Pack
tomorrow we fly
to another land
trying to test the waters
in another town
there's no going back
and no more time to waste
I truly must go and pack
I hate packing. It feels so final. Even if I'm only going a short trip, the act of packing feels so final. Like if you didn't pack it, you won't have it. I also booked my tickets for going back home for a week in March. It's weird. I hate booking flights too. It feels like I'm committing to something. Can someone that doesn't have the spontaneity gene hate commitment? I dunno. Peace out.
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