Gettin' away with it all messed up...

I see Tees of green, red trousers too, 
Lying in the room, in suitcases of blue,

And I think to myself,

How's that new kind of world, I'm going to?

This is pretty much the situation of my room right now. I'm leaving Crete tomorrow and Athens on Saturday early (like VERY EARLY) morning. Going by plane, I've only got one stop at Munich, and after that, it's 9 hours to Charlotte (and to our scheduled Davidson airport pick-up - yay)! I'm worried about the time zone difference though. Greece is UTC + 2:00, while Davidson is UTC - 5:00; that is, I could be off to some serious jetlag, given that I'll probably won't get any sleep on Friday night (what's the point of sleeping when you have to be at the airport at 4:00 AM?). My only chance (and what I will most probably end up doing) is to get a good amount of sleep during my 9-hour flight!

Plus, here's a clever tip I heard helps you avoid jetlag (you've probably heard that already but, ok...): Once you arrive in a new country, however tired you feel do the best that you can to only go to sleep at the local time you would normally go to sleep... Like, even though a Davidsonian 4:00 PM is a Greek 11:00 PM, I should wait until the Davidsonian night comes to go to sleep. That way, one has already synced themselves to their destination's local timetable by the next morning! Well, yeah, this could seem pretty obvious to anyone reading this beside me, but I still am excited to try it out and see if it works!

So, let's get to what's happened in the past week... Most of the time, I've been labelling my clothes for Davidson's laundry... White, and light-coloured clothes were not a big deal, as I only needed to use a black laundry marker. As for black clothes, and particularly those with no white tags/washing instructions, my GENIUS self thought of bying some thermo-adhesive light-coloured patches, which my mum and I cut into pieces and ironed onto the clothes, before labelling them with my laundry number. Yup, simple as that, except from that I was kidding about that genius thing...

Wow, a sock.

It's so strange; I've asked a few people, who are also off to their first year in college, how they feel now that it's only a matter of days until they start, and most of them seemed to show the same, extremely surprising, attitude as I did: 

I'm sooo NOT excited about packing all that stuff...

I'm confused, because, although I'm crazily excited (as well as terrified, for various reasons I will explain some other time) about the journey and what I'm going to find there, in the last weeks I have lost the tiniest bit of motivation to do any of the required preparations, such as packing. I guess I'm still just like a little kid, excited to be going to Disneyland and not caring about what it takes to get there... This is bad, and I should feel bad.