On January 2, I finally embarked on my journey to Cape Town. This involved frantically picking up typhoid and malaria medication the morning of departure, washing two loads of clothes and stuffing everything into my suitcase as fast as humanly possible, thanking my parents as they looked on and added parental things that less adulty adults like me would forget (bug spray, plug adapters, etc.), and racing to the airport, only arriving in the nick of time because past Elizabeth lied and told present Elizabeth that her flight was an hour earlier than it actually was. Such is my life and I've given up using New Year's resolutions to try and fix it...
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