the name means absolutely nothing
EDIT: WHY THE HELL DO I TRY? The latter part of the hour rolling/re-rolling and folding/re-folding articles of clothing like my underwear, in attempt to make them smaller (not happening), and I’m convinced that I’m going to need more luggage space–especially on the way back home, since I plan to do an enormous amount of shopping, especially at Ikea. Yes, I’m going to attempt to stuff a whole bed in my carry on.
On Saturday my mother and I will be embarking on our trek across America, from Nashville to Portland. So, lately I’ve been thinking about what to bring in order to be prepared for anything this barbaric terrain will throw at us.
Therefore I am bringing:
I think I’m ready for everything. Now to conquer my fear of flying…
I'm Lizzy. Or Liz. I'm a seventeen year old from Nashville. I write words here. I like it when people comment on the words I write. Want to know more about me? Carry on my wayward son. (see what I did there? HA.)
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