How am I going to get a taxi? What will I say to the taxi driver? What if they won't let me through customs? What if I can't remember a single word of French? How am I going to fit my life into my suitcase?
All the same, I know it will be okay. I will survive, and hopefully have a fantastic time. I haven't even started and still I feel that when it's over I will wish for more time. Then again, perhaps I will feel differently when I have started.
So far packing has gone better then expected, but I suspect that as the time to leave draws near, the temptation to over-pack will consume the rest of the space in my suitcase.
|Optimists insist this suitcase is "half-empty"|
Pessimists point out that sweatshirts, coats, and jackets are likely to make it more than "half-full"
|Meanwhile, Zoee and I try to figure out how to fit her in the suitcase|