Packing is a Nightmare!

Hello my lovely readers.

I've been packing for last 2 hours and I just about snapped.  So I'm taking a break to tell you how much I hate packing.

I mean, look at it!

Simba is the only stable, pure, good thing
in this room right now.

WHERE DID ALL THIS STUFF COME FROM?! SERIOUSLY.

When I walk back into my room after taking a break, getting food, etc and I see the mess.

I just keeping discovering new things that I want to take home but have no space to take home.

And I'm just like, Well...

You're not being profane if you're quoting something, right?

Add to that, all of our family friends in Germany keep me stuff for my birthday (not too long ago) and as going away gifts.

I love presents, so half of me is:

But then I realize I have no room to pack them:

My most nagging concern is my amazing Ikea down-comforter.  I bought an expensive, wonderfully soft wintertime one.  The problem is that it's a down-comforter.

WHERE I AM SUPPOSED TO PUT THAT HUH?!

Add that to the pile Christmas market mugs that won't make it home?

Oh my life.

Slowly Saying Goodbye

I'm procrastinating.  That's the only reason this post is going up today.

I have three days left in Germany - I should be packing, cleaning, finishing up an essay (which I suspect will be written on the plane), taking last minute photos, packing some more, and repainting the spots on the wall in my room.

But instead, I decided to take a moment from my hyperventilating and panicking (SERIOUSLY? WHERE DID THOSE BOOKS COME FROM?! Have I had these clothes the whole time?!) to tell about what I love about Germany.

At first, I was going to do an ultimate countdown kind of thing.  But then as I began typing out my list, I realized that most of the things were unable to be quantified or explained.

It's obvious that I love German public transportation (which although a bit pricey, is always clean and usually on time), German chocolate (I can never eat Hershey's again), German Altstadts (adorable), and German castles (I still want to be a princess, what about it).

And of course, German bread.

But I can't explain in a blog post why I love certain German expressions and phrases.  I can't explain the feeling you have when you climb up to a castle that was built before the U.S.A. was founded.  I can't explain the simple joy of walking through crowed, cobble-stoned streets.

My ultimate countdown of things I am going to miss is just one thing:

All of Germany.