I can’t believe I’m already packing. It’s getting real.
If there’s one difference between this year’s packing and last year’s, it’s knowing what to expect. Like summer camp (to which you couldn’t get me to return, under any condition), I’m not going to be that one new kid with the wrong things. This go ’round, I’m packing less of almost everything, but more of one thing: hats. It gets cold in the winery, and Carey picked me up two awesome ones yesterday.
Which she promised she’s stealing upon my return.