Eleven days until America

In 11 days Ben and I trek into the wilds of the United States. I’m ridiculous amounts of excited, apparently summer has already arrived in Chicago.

I’ve done a good deal of the shopping that’s needed to be done for the trip, I’ve got two maxi dresses, new converse, new gladiator sandals and various basics such as leggings.

I’m nervous although maybe not quite as much as Ben is.

We are going shopping (again *sigh*) on Friday which is Ben’s birthday. Cue pushy fashionista girlfriend trying to force him into skinny jeans. I shall document. Inevitably I’m going to fall out with the boy, albeit it briefly. I need to be normal and keep calm in the face of men’s fashion.

I’m feeling a little detached from the world today, I dreampt last night was the last day of work before the holiday. Now I’m a mess thinking we’ve forgotten things. Not to mention the fact that I slept funny and now my neck hurts.

Onwards, only 11 days to get through. Although I suppose it won’t be that hard because on one of those days I am going to THE ZOO!

Related posts:

1. Eleven’s Boots
2. The America Route