I don’t have a countdown, but I have a lot of clothes. Is that bad?

I am sitting on my twin-sized bed in my home in Ktown staring at the piles of stuff around me. Moving everything I had collected as a packrat in CoMO over a four year span was not easy. Harder still is finding a place for it all back at home. My parent’s basement now looks like a compartmental dissection of all the apartments I have lived in while in college. I am forcing myself to organize the masses and find places for all my clothes in my closet; the problem is no closet is ever big enough. But actually, my biggest obstacle right now is packing for England. I have NO CLUE what kind of clothes to bring. Help? I am a notorious over-packer and the multitudes of choices of outfits for outings, events, clubs, hiking, exploring, train-riding, and all the other random things I will be partaking in are making my head spin. It’s not like I’m picky or anything… But if anyone knows what an acceptable outfit would be to go out in Manchester, please let me know. (apparently my biggest qualms about studying abroad are how I will look and where to party, I promise I am not that shallow, I just want to get the most out of this trip ☺ ) I just keep asking myself questions I don’t know the answers to: Will I get cold? Just HOW rainy is it really? Weather.com isn’t as helpful as it seems. How many pairs of heels should I bring? What do I wear to a poetry reading? I hate jeans; can I wear a skirt on our Lake District hike? Will I have room for a blankie?! (I am a little scared of the “dorm sheets”). I know I am totally rambling, but this is how my brain is functioning as my departure time creeps closer. I also know I have been a bad blogger – I personally get annoyed when I try to follow blogs that are never upadated in a timely manner, so sorry (that is if anyone actually reads this besides Katie Car, love ya sis). I have been avoiding a post because, honestly, I am scared of England right now. Every now and then I get that shiver of excitement and anticipation, and I truly am stoked to go. It’s just that in my mind I keep comparing packing, flying and arriving in England to my first solo abroad experience in Costa Rica the summer after my freshmen year and it scares me. Going to Central America knowing no one made me feel very alone at times during the month I was there and I am a little terrified of jetting off again to a foreign country to a group of strangers. Granted, Manchester is going to be a complete 180 from my 3rd world Costa Rican jungle abode doing tropical bird conservation, humanitarian work with an indigenous tribe and working on an iguana farm experience, but I am still a little scared. Costa Rica taught me a lot about myself and I know I will be fine; the anticipation for the unknown is really the worst part. I haven’t been counting down the days and my flight Saturday has really snuck up on me, but I am confident I will get to Manchester, love my classes, let my inner-explorer out and make new friends (positive thinking in action). I have so many blessings to be thankful for and many new adventures to look forward to, I just have to decide what to bring first. Beware of daily posts from here on out….. I’m going back to sorting outfits….