I leave Sunday to go see my aunt, the one who suffers from Butt Air Lung Disease. Between leaving here and arriving there, I'll spend 27 hours on a train. I haven't been on a train since I was 4, and I'll have ever traveled more than a 2-hr drive by myself. I'm quite excited, to say the least.
One great result of my leaving for a while (anywhere from two to six weeks,) is that I've done every single bit of laundry. I'm ashamed to admit I hadn't completely emptied my laundry hamper for several months. I've been running across items of clothing that I'd forgotten I ever had. it's been all around pleasant getting that taken care of.
I'm also cleaning my room to the point that it can unapologetically be used as a guest room while I'm absent. It feels good to uncover more and more surface area in my room every day.
