Making Lists

At the request of a few of my select and choice friends, I have been asked to start a blog chronicling my impending adventure abroad. People ask my, "Miles, why are you going to Europe, and why do you seem so nonchalant?"

To the latter, I propose these solutions:
1. I don't want to rub it in.
2. I'm a wee bit nervous.
3. I've don't know what to expect.


To the former, the answer is simple: My sister is studying abroad in Florence, and I have been asked by my wonderful parents to help her move to Paris by way of Rome and London. Why is this?
1. Chance of a lifetime.
2. My mother is a ball of worried mess.
3. I'm trying to re-live the DaVinci Code.

In preparation for this trip, I have been inundated with lists.
1. List of places I need to see.
2. List of items I need to bring.
3. List of items I can't forget.
4. List of hotels we are staying.
5. List of itinerary changes.
6. List of items I need to keep on other lists.

Anyway, we are at T-minus 8 days until I'm off on a plane for the first time in 15 years. I will continue to make posts once I arrive in Europe with pictures and what not. When I return to life here, I will blog about other shit that is relevant: Politics, games, and dumb shit on the interwebs. I will bring in some other bloggers to basically post funny things that are extremely offensive. But in the end, I am judge, jury, and executioner. Deal.