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By SARAH LEWIS, Editor-in-Chief
In case you didn’t already know, Kevin McCallister from Home Alone is my spirit animal. Recall the beginning of the movie when he’s cluelessly wandering the halls of his house trying to get help packing for a trip and all he wants is the simple nourishment of a cheese pizza?

I just want my mom to pack my suitcase for me for the rest of my life, and all I ever want is a simple cheese pizza, just for me, but do I ever get my cheese pizza? NO. And will my mom pack my suitcase forevermore? Probs not.

Like I said, I am Kevin McCallister. I too would sleep through an alarm and be left by my entire family or somehow board the wrong plane and get lost in New York City. I too would throw bricks and paint cans at robbers. Hey, it could happen.

So, all cheese pizza and wet bandits aside, I’m leaving for Alternative Spring Break this Thursday, and let’s just say that I’m already in an all out panic about packing.

Because it is practically laughable that I’m considered an adult with adult responsibilities, you shouldn’t be shocked at all that I googled packing lists that left me sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor near tears surrounded by piles of socks and underwear.

How many pairs of pants do I need? I only have like two and a half pairs of pants. What about underwear? I think the entire drawer will suffice for eight days, right? Right?!

I came to a conclusion when I was sitting in my undergarment heap: Traveling isn’t for me. I’m a homebody.

I love my bed, my slippers, my closet, my bookshelves. Oh, and do I love my shower. I’m one of those people who takes two showers a day. Is it just me or is entering another person’s shower like entering a different country because I have no idea what’s going on unless I’m in my own.

I couldn’t be happier that I’m going on Alternative Spring Break, but my looming half empty suitcase is adding an impending doom to Thursday…the day that I’ll be throwing every shirt, pants, socks, and pair of underwear I own into a duffle bag forgetting a razor or soap, I’m sure.

Although I love the idea of traveling, foreign showers, and seeing the world, I do love the comforts of home (and my shower) much more.

Hey mom, want to help me pack? I’ll order a cheese pizza…