How come is it that I always leave everything to the absolutely last possible moment? I would like to go and sleep soon but I still have pretty much everything spread open on my bed. Tomorrow morning to Helsinki, a couple of nights there and on Monday my plane leaves. So that means that I need to be packed and ready to go tomorrow morning.
But I am really not stressing over it that much. As long as I have my passport, plane tickets and some money I'll be fine. Kind of takes the motivation out of me but I guess I should still throw in some more pieces of clothing or something. And my toothbrush.
But somehow I just couldn't be bothered to do that...Things have a tendency to sort out one way or another. They always have.
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