Plane ticket printed on a university computer. Passport no longer to collect dust.
Currency conversions and blowdryers, adaptors and tylenol, antibacterial soap and sunglasses, five cameras and hundreds of packs of chewing gum, insurance card and cigarettes, ipod and huge headphones, notebooks and my killer boots, cds and Journal of Bacteriology papers, vitamins and sharpies, lovely sandals and powdered ginseng, ziplock bags and ripped converses, delightfully thick books and water bottle, clean sheets and AA batteries, shower footwear and pretty dresses, hoodies and a little suitcase too, a bar of dark chocolate and kisses from the peeps i love.
And all the stuff i am forgetting...
Into my backcountry backpack.
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you sound like a true new yorker. a woman after my own heritage. strange, canadian.
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To quote Paul Westerberg, I never travel far without a little Big Star.
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