Anxiously Awaiting

I leave on Monday, and my room is a mess. Funny how you never really realize how much stuff you have until you need to pack it up. Today, from my amazing friends, I received the perfect present for this trip! ...the perfect present ever, really. They made a scrapbook filled with encouraging words, photos, and stories. They are the greatest, and can all expect awesome African presents when I get back. I love ya'll! Let the journey begin...

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