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I am sitting in my house waiting to leave for the airport. I have had an incredibly stressful day and might have completely freaked out if it hadn't been for the fact that in four hours the plane leaves that will take me to New York City with my boyfriend, two of my best friends, and nothing but 11 days ahead of me. Those 11 days belong to me, and no commitment, no obligation, and no expectation will dictate how I choose to spend them. There is nothing but people I love, a city I long to see more of, and my own prerogative.
The clock ticks much too slowly.
The clock ticks much too slowly.