I remembered another story about my trip last week. On the last morning, I was awoken at 7pm so I could pack. That did not happen at all. I managed to get out of bed 10 minutes before breakfast.
I decided that I was just going to throw everything into my sleeping bag and cinch it up. People thought I was joking. I was so lethargic Sunday morning I just didn't care. I hate packing to go home. I don't mind packing to go on a trip because you have the excitement of the trip to motivate you. Packing on the way home when I do not want to leave and are not looking forward to the long trip home.
I threw as much as I could into the suitcase and rest into the sleeping bag. I figured that walking up and down the stairs was more effort than I was willing to out forth. I just threw most of my luggage from the top of the stairs to the main floor. All my mom did was raise her eyebrows and said nothing.
I still miss my sister. :(
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