Off

I'm packed, undoubtedly with too much stuff.

I'm a bit tipsy off a bottle of cava, yet I can't sleep.

I'm off to Spain.  I'm off to live in Spain.  I've wanted to do this since I was 19.  My life is pretty much awesome, even if I am sorry to leave my family, dogs, and the comfort of English.

When I left Spain after study abroad, I brought home a Euro with me.  It was shiny and new.  I promised myself I would someday use it to pay rent in Spain.  I pulled it out the other day.  It's dingy and a bit scuffed after five years in my wallet.  But it's still there, and I'm going to use it as part of my first month's rent.  God.