(Sometimes I imagine someone has a major "Marta Crush" on me (love from afar) and they are going to notice that I am not there because I am so beautiful and I light up their ENTIRE LIFE. (Kind of like SPN (only some people will understand this but they know the deep feelings I have for the stranger))).
I am definitely pretending that everyone I come in contact with live's change because I am the incredible. Truth is: there is probably like 5 people that will really miss me and they are related to me. But guess what! My family is made up of the most kick ass people in the entire world! Like they gave me little presents for every step on my journey including a Hanson fix. (I will post these when I am allowed to open them) Needless to say I started bawling and I feel like bawling right now writing about it because my sisters are so fucking amazing. This is why leaving for 7 weeks is going to be really difficult for me. It really deeply bugs when people say "Marta 7 weeks isn't even that long" It is fucking long for me, JERKS.
So I am writing this at the airport because I'm bored. Let me tell you about my day:
I had to buy my host family aka ma famille d'accueil something and I decided on honey because HELLO, beehive state guys, it makes sense. I also bought them a cool desert photography book because France does not have any deserts and Utah has some BAD ASS ones. It was very well thought out and I am a great host daughter.
THEN! I was like: Crap bags! I need socks. Because I bought a pack of socks like 2 weeks ago and they are already lost in laundry land. (Weird fact: my host mother is going to be doing my laundry, that's weird. I have been doing my own laundry since I was like 8). So I was quickly zipping up my luggage because we were going to go to the airport right after our sock run and guess what happened? MY GOD DAMN LUGGAGE ZIPPER BROKE! My luggage was not even stuffed that full. It was ludicrous.
SO! we ran into Target Bought socks and new luggage. Ran outside and literally broke open my shitty ass luggage and threw it in the new one (I was kind of glad to get a slightly bigger luggage because then I didn't have to carry a useless carryon full of stuff that wouldn't fit in my previous stupid luggage). We did it right in front of Target. Here's a commenters comment: "Last minute packing?" DUH yes. We are literally standing in front of Target throwing my shit (that was oh so organized) into my new luggage (Now so unorganized).
(So god damn organized)
Here's my theory: All this chaos is happening because it's getting out of the way. It's going to be all calm and collected when I arrive in a new country. Yes. That is going to happen. Yes. Yes. Yes.
THEN, something weird happened with my ticket and I almost cried because when I get around my family I feel like I can cry because they will still love me and Rebekah thinks I have a cute cry face. It's all okay though. They just offered me a direct flight but you know what sounds like the worst? Being on a plane for 13 hours. So yeah, I stuck with the layover. (I'm considering both getting buzzed and getting my nails done in the JFK airport).
Here are some people who will miss me slightly less than my family:
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