Flying away in the Morning...

Maybe Alison is right... Will nothing around here change in two years? Will I come back and feel like I never even left?

It s funny to think about. But tomorrow at 7 am Lindsy is taking me to the airport where I with my three bags will attempt to board a plane to Philadelphia. Total weight of bags: 140 pounds. I think thats a lot. My carry on weighs 40 pounds by itself. My duffel bag, which still has room for more stuff, is maxed out at 52 pounds. Hopefully by crying at the check in, they will allot me the extra 2 pounds. Otherwise, I'll be putting on my snowpants and my winter coat to make the limit. My rolling suitcase weighs 49.5 pounds, so I should be okay there. And then my carry on, (Thanks Mr. Broglio for suggesting the back pack) weighs 40 pounds and is like 2 feet taller than I am. So, I should be quite a sight tomorrow at the airport. I'll have Lindsy take a picture so everyone can laugh.

I did manage to fit Dino, my dinosaur that I have had forever and my Dale Earnhardt Jr. fleece blanket in my carry on, along with a propane curling iron. I'm ready for this adventure.