it’s 6am in brooklyn and i’ve been up all night buying travel adapters and socks on the internet. i do not feel prepared. no matter how many lists i make, scarves i pack, or czech words i learn, it doesn’t seems like enough.
but oh man, i am so ready for culture-shock. i want strong coffee and great beer- and real fucking castles. i want to eat food i hate and make friends whose names i might remember and write songs about being absolutely fractured in a part of the world i’ve never seen before.
but mostly i’m going for the castles.