Last night in my current house EVER.
It’s beyond weird because as I’ve said it still hasn’t hit me.
I guess it might hit me by the time I’ve returned from Mexico? haha I’m not sure. It just feels like one big dream or a joke. Like “Oh, Kaitlyn is leaving” but in reality I’m not. But in REAL reality I am leaving.
From my house at 7 am. 9:30 am flight.
I’m really excited to see the Morenos again but it’s hard to FEEL excited because I don’t think it’s really happening.
You guys probably think I’m on drugs. That’s okay though because this is the only way I can explain it.