Ok. So maybe frantic is a bit of an exaggeration, especially seeing as I was over my panic within half an hour. But as a particularly laid back person, I must say that this last half hour has been a pretty stressful one.
I have just been packing to go back to Nottingham tomorrow, and very cleverly decided to take back a larger suitcase so that my New York experience can be made all the better by all the extra room available for the millions of heels I intend on bringing back..... or maybe not. Somehow my clothes have managed to expand, taking up twice the amount of room as they did on the way home, my shoes must have stretched and my underwear collection seems to have multiplied considerably. I would blame it on my large amount of Christmas presents but I don't think that the dollars I was given take up much room.
And seeing as getting to Nottingham is the most awkward journey on earth, comparable only maybe to Frodo's journey across Mordor in Lord of the Rings... I am not looking forward to this in the slightest. Someone of my size should not have to carry such a large suitcase across the North East, on two trains and across the East Midlands, and Frodo thought he had it bad carrying a ring?
It wasn't until my mother offered to pack for me that I eventually relaxed, put on my onesie (stylish I know... but its cold okay!) and decided to write about my ordeal. I'm going to need all my strength tomorrow to lug this huge suitcase about!
My plan for tomorrow then?
1. Watch mother pack for me
2. Find my missing shoe
3. Go and pick up my train tickets that I accidentally left at a friends
4. 15:06 get on train
5. Switch trains (preferably find a slave to carry my bag)
6. Get back to halls, research and plan the perfect trip!!
Hello New Year! Hello New York!
