Packing your life into a suitcase is hard enough when you’re going on holiday for two weeks, let alone two months. In fact, I’m going to have to be painfully brutal to even stand a chance of squeezing the basics into my medium sized, 15kg max suitcase. The pair of heels that go with my floral dress, the bikini that I love but which makes me look fat and that fifth Harry Potter book which I have really been meaning to read, will all have to be left behind. Painful, but necessary.
However, before I can even begin to think about selecting my clothes, folding them into my suitcase and inevitably sitting on the darn thing as I desperately wrestle with the zip, I must complete my shopping. There are flip flops to be purchased, a year’s worth of kirby grips to be bought and a bikini which has the magical qualities of transforming me into Cheryl Cole, to be located. Ah, holiday shopping really is a tough old job.
In fact, before all of this there is still one more tiny thing I have to do: revise like crazy for my final exam. It’s only Sociology, but I want to end this hellish exam experience on a high, don’t I? Although, considering the disasterous nature of my other exams, I’m not holding out much hope. But onwards and upwards – to Rome Ciampino, where in a week I’ll be standing; with a suitcase packed to bursting in one hand and an excess baggage fine in the other.
To The Table 