37 days, manual transmission, and luggage

Last Friday was the first day I drove to work by myself in a manual transmission car. It wasn't as rough as I had imagined so that was good. I just tried to convince myself it was my own episode of Top Gear and then it suddenly became so much more fun and less boring.
Haven't driven since, but I shall pick up the frequency soon - I don't really have much of an option.
It only took 3 lessons with my cousin - which most of that time consisted of trying to master hills....hasn't happened yet, but it shall with time I hope!

After purchasing and returning 4 different suitcases, I do believe I finally found one that fits the random specifications of NET. After traveling to two different towns to find something, I find the perfect suitcase in my local Wal-Mart - go figure. I am ready to be challenged by one suitcase and 10 months. I cannot wait to learn the lesson of "what I truly need to live and be" the hard way. My purses, my shoes, my dresses, my _____, don't define me. How I live my life defines who I am.

37 days until flight. 37. Wow. Excited. Blessed.