Packing...

Being the deceptively organised person that I am, I have decided (with the non-stop nagging 


from the actual organised parents) to start packing for my holida - I mean study visit to the 


U.S.

Yes, I’m packing for 6 months, which is pretty difficult with a holiday mindset.  It means that 


unlike many other girls joyfully packing for their glamourous girly holidays, I will be doing 


some serious packing - or in other words, boring, practical packing.  Instead of insisting on 


taking no less than 6 bikinis, I will be ditching at least 4 sets of this skimpy swimwear to


replace with...cardigans.  HOT. 

My beautiful mess of stuff. 

(no, I am not taking an animal, that is my beloved fur jacket)

HOWEVER, it is quite nice to be packing for somewhere that has actual seasons - I know for 

sure that it’s going to be sunshine and hot when I arrive which will glide nicely into Fall and 


then into winter, when it will be all snowy and pretty - perfect! 

By girl standards, my pile of clothes (which will inevitably be added to) is fairly compact.  


By my dad’s standards it will be as if Lady Gaga has spewed her numerous ensembles out 


onto the bed.  My dad is an extreme ‘light packer’; everything that's being packed needs to 


be justified. God help me with my bulky faux fur coat!

So, I have decided for this laborious task that I will transform my packing persona into 


somewhere between Bear Grylls and Carrie Bradshaw. Sorted.  

In other news, I am past the stupidly excited stage and moving swiftly into the nervous and 


impatient stage - I JUST WANT TO GO ALREADY!  I’m also quickly realizing how much I’m 


going to miss people - my uni friends especially (this entails sending pointless 


texts/tweets/facebook messages and almost crying at anything remotely cute or emotional).  


My fear of missing out is going to play havoc when Hull freshers pictures arrive on 


Facebook!

All in all still ecstatic to become Americanized.

Hannah x