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I just mustered up the strength to finally pack my stuff. I am very proud of myself that I stuffed a month's worth of clothes in my tiny pink duffel bag and guess what? I am only bringing THREE pairs of shoes home! Now you all know this is a big deal. Actually, it's huge. Hopefully I won't be so desperate to go to the Roadium to buy 5 dollar shoes!

Anyway, I am very excited to go home. I can't go to sleep. I have to wake up at 4 officially get ready anyway because my cab is coming at 4:30am. Home is so close. I can't wait to see the LA skyscrapers while I land. It's so funny, I never thought I'd miss a place I disliked so much in my youth, but now I feel like I appreciate home more than ever.

Inglewood here I come! :-D

While I was packing, I was listening to some old hip-hop, I will share some with you.



This is Slick Rick's song called Children's Story. This was my jelly jam when I was younger! I suppose it's somewhat satirical because it's making fun of urban culture and how the youth are perceived. I didn't understand it when I was younger, I'd just sing it and go about my day but really, this song is very conscious. I love hip-hop that makes you think because nowadays, that is so rare to find with all this nonsense rap music in the media.

But I could go on about that so I'll just stop here. :)