I leave for France in less than 24 hours. I leave for France in less than a day, and I am incredibly, unbearably nervous and unprepared. Seriously, I haven't even finished packing.
As always, the mandatory security books are coming with me. I'm bringing The Great Gatsby, because I have to read it for English, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, because I want to finish it. Fear and Loathing has been demanding to be read again, but I'm still deciding whether I should bring it or not.
As I debate this, I pick up and examine the book. Bent corners, marks, and far too many passages underlined than there probably should be. One in particular stands out.
"Everything seems to be ready.
Are you Ready?
Ready?"
No.
"Well why not?"
I'm taking it with me.
I am now.
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