17 hours

The bike is in the box. 92 linear inches, or something close. One suitcase, one carry-on. Everything else is gone. I have vacuum, and then that's it.
I can tell my mom is nervous. She's all like; "what do you wan tot eat when you get here? What do you want to do? What are you doing the first week?"
I really haven't thought about what I want to eat after a 20 hour ordeal across two continents. I really shouldn't care. I think that I'd just want to sleep.
It's going to be hard to leave everything behind. I'm gonna miss my roommate Michael. We've always got along well. Never had an argument. And we smoked a lot of weed and watched a lot of tv.
And now there will be France instead. It's just going to be very different.