Before I leave

Well, I left already so this post isn't precisely timely, but I'll try to recall the fateful day three days ago...
A few days after classes ended, I was in my little Honda, stuffed to the gills with crap I was convinced I'd need in London. We drove from Durham straight for over 10 hours to Connecticut and passed through three distinct weather conditions along the way ending in a snowy mess that looked nothing like the warm and sun we'd left. Upon arriving at my parents' place, my dad's first words were, "How much crap are you bringing? Jeez!" This sentence would oddly be heard several times between this day and today, actually (sometimes uttered by me, Joe, and even a cabbie I believe.)
Post-Christmas and a week later I was on the road again with all of my crap (two huge suitcases, a backpack, purse, and an Aerobed to be exact) heading to JFK for the big flight on New Year's Eve. The day of, I was a little homesick at the thought of leaving my parents' comfortable and cozy house full of dogs and things I like. But, I was really excited to be going adventuring. I expected the trip to be full of fun, excitement, and beautiful site-seeing. I was excited for the change from the ordinary, from Fuqua for a while, and to see London!