Some may laugh at my level of extreme organization, but laying out what clothes I'm going to bring (even without my suitcase on hand) was undeniably helpful. Turns out I do have enough cardigans (I'm not surprised), but I would like another black and another white tank top. Not that I ever need an excuse to buy a tank top. Take note of the color scheme of my Japan wardrobe. Can you guess what colors I like to wear? Ha!
Staring at that spread of clothes, knowing they would be all I had for 4 months... It was another "Holy crap. This is real. Like. Real real. This is going to happen." moment. It may be just clothes, but my wardrobe has always been a source of confidence, security, and identity for me. When I realized I could bring a lot of options, I felt less anxious. I know now I will still feel like myself, amidst an ocean of new surroundings.
Though, what do I know? All that stuff might not fit. I'll let you know how it turns out...
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