I am sitting on my bed overlooking the mess that is my room -- it's my island of safe refuge. My mom will tell you that this state isn't too far from the norm (she's right... darn), but in my defense, fitting the next six months (or seven? who knows) of your life into a backpack is not an easy feat. Obviously one can only squeeze so much in a backpack, so hypothetically my stuff should not cover the whole house... but it does. My justification? I have to use as much of this house as I can before I leave, obviously. This is going to be a crazy, fantastic ride. I am so stinkin' excited.
Peace.
P.S. Because I was already looking at maps of South America to jazz up my blog page, I'm attaching one complete with the names of all the South American countries. American geographic knowledge is pretty pathetic in general, so it's okay if you don't know where Ecuador is. But if you don't, you should learn, so here you go:
