Daydreaming

So I'm sitting in my little sister's room helping her pack (aka she's going through her entire closet while I fiddle on the internet and drink a much needed americano).

She is nervous and unsure about what to bring, what her trip will bring, etc. but I for one am excited for (and exceedingly jealous of) her.

I wish that I was the one going away. I can't stand that I am still here, and that I have no plans, and that I cannot seem to make plans for myself. How infuriating.

That being said, I've already scored two new pairs of jeans out of her - woop! woop!