The Last Supper... A little dramatic perhaps?
The posse came over on Saturday night for one last bash. Good food, wine, music and great company... What more could a girl ask for?
The highlight of the evening had to have been my brother's warm and fuzzy farewell speech which went something along the lines of: "The time has come for Claire to leave already. Wishing you a safe and fun trip and we will seee you when you get back in 10 months time, HOPEFULLY NOT IN A BOX..."
I am feeling so excited about where I am going I can hardly breathe but I am sad about what I am leaving behind. Everyone will be greatly missed.
And so the adventure begins...
