I am fairly certain that it will be absolutely impossible for me to finish everything on my to do list in four (4!) days. Along with packing, there's a pile of stuff in one corner of my room that hasn't been touched in over 6 months (but should have been), appointments to attend, and of course miscellaneous errands to complete. Whatever. One step at a time.
On the bright side, I made the executive decision to handle stress by baking, which always works wonders. Tonight I made:
Chocolate Espresso Bundt Cake with Dark Chocolate Cinnamon Glaze
Whole Wheat Blueberry Muffins
Baked the muffins so that "you can defrost them when you really miss me in like, October, and think of me!" Dad laughed. I choose to think he was laughing because they're so amazingly good he could never wait until October to eat them.
I'm also trying to decide if rain boots will be necessary in Denmark. I think it rains there?
Last but not least, the title of this post comes from a Keane song. Remember "Somewhere Only We Know"? I, unlike 99% of other non-Brits, still listen to them. This song is from their 2006 album, "Under the Iron Sea."