How on EARTH am I supposed to decide what to pack?
I'm such a loser. I remember when I helped Madison pack for Slovakia..."Do you really need seven blue shirts, Madison?" Ha. I'm sure mine will be more like, "Do you really need three shirts with animals on them?" or "Do you really need ten shirts with various thicknesses and colors of stripes?"
I honestly think what I'll miss the most (besides people, obv.) is playing music. I better meet some Czechs with guitars and pianos in their houses, or I'll be sorely out of practice when I get back. And I hope my roommate doesn't hate show tunes.