I’ve got the contents of my suitcase piled on the floor of my bedroom. The clothes I want to take, neatly piled, to be rolled up tomorrow. (I don’t have NEARLY enough warm clothes–if I’m not going to be warm enough for New York, how am I going to be warm enough when I go to Michigan in a few weeks?!). Toiletries. An umbrella. I’ve got books to read on the plane and in my hotel at night stacked by my backpack.
Soooo excited. Going to AWP! Going to Manhattan!