Getting ready for my first real destination vacation as a grownup (ha! grownup) that Chris and I are taking next week to celebrate still liking each other after almost a year.
I'm so excited. I want to write more about it, but I need to go construct my packing list because I'm excited enough to lose my head and forget important basic shit like my passport or a hairdryer.
Squeeeee.
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