This is the only picture I can find of the aforementioned army pants. Don't they make you want to run out and buy a pair? Oh, and there's Kristina. Hi, Kristina. Aren't you lucky to be photographed with me in these pants?
This is a very emotionally arduous week for me. First of all, it’s currently pre-Rush up at Cornell and I would give anything to be there. I am somewhat obsessed with Rush and have been harassing my little for details since she got there (sorry, yittle Aly. Good luck in the skit! Make me proud. Fun fact: I have saved a pair of abercrombie army pants since 9th grade just in case I needed to wear them as a costume. And only for that reason.) I hate being home while this is going on, and wish I could be vidchatted into the entire thing…or there.
For the past couple of weeks my friends have been slowly leaving to go to their respective schools or abroad locations, leaving me all alone. This has propelled me into what I like to think is the abroad girl’s equivalent of nesting. (I bet no one understands that reference. Nesting is when you’re pregnant and you get an urge to buy things for the baby and become super prepared for its imminent arrival. I don’t know why I know this, but I do.) My idea of nesting has been doing a more thorough stalking of everyone’s abroad pictures looking for certain things. What are they wearing? What kind of boots? Do they seem to own many types of boots or am I basically only seeing one pair? Cute shirt. How many times do I even see shirts? If I’m going to be wearing a jacket all the time, can I just not wear shirts for the winter to save outfits?
But since I have my cousins Bar Mitzvah next weekend and will be gone all weekend, this is my last weekend home and that means packing and errands time. We have been in a packing haze of laying out outfits, realizing I don’t have what I want, going out to find it, trying things on, finding excuses to leave the room and let Mom and Carly take over. It has been exhausting and overwhelming. I don’t think I’m going to be able to take enough stuff. THE HORROR. My two biggest issues have been shoes and jackets. I just can’t bring enough to span the entirety of weather and social situations I may encounter. PANIC MODE.
DERE IT IS! Look at that soccer field, perfect for watching, but not actually playing, soccer!
I also received my living assignment. Steph and I have our own apartment which is near the Boboli Gardens, and I am so excited. There is a park nearby which is 1 part amazing and 1 part scary because it has been engrained into my psyche that parks = rape dens. God, I need to get out more. I promise I won’t walk home alone, Mom.
So that’s what this week is going to consist of. Rushing to be packed and ready to go in time, and missing Rush. God, I feel like Carrie Bradshaw with all of these word tie-ins. It’ll be a cashmere-icle if you’re not all nauseated by this. Carrie’s the worst.
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