It is quite a difficult task to try and pack my entire life into three bags. I realize that it is just stuff and I will be fine without it all but I still continue to stress if I have all the things that I will need for my exchange. As I cram more and more things in my bags the fact that I am leaving become more real to me. I keep having feelings like this is some sort of end, I think 'this is my last day of work', 'this is the last time I'll go out with my friends', 'this is the last time I'll go surfing' but its not the end just a 10 month break. More importantly it is the start of something new.
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