All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

My appartment is all cleaned up, the ugliest curtains I've ever seen are once again hanging in front of the window (I'm so glad there's an Ikea near Bamberg), my cupboards are bare and the closet is empty. In less than 24 hours I'll be flying across the Atlantic, aber meine Gedanken haben schon längst die kanadische Grenze überschritten.