One week and counting!
It is totally freaking me out, and at the same time, I can't wait for it to get here already! I'm in this bizarre place where the days are going by slowly, but the weeks seem to be flying by... which I can't quite reconcile, but that's ok.
I've tried a trial run of packing, and while I came out waaay below the 80 lbs limit, I hadn't packed everything I think I'll need. So we'll try the packing thing again in a few days, and see where we come in at that point. I'm feeling kind of panicked due to the fact that it seems like everyone else who is leaving soon has been making lists and packing way ahead of time, and I've been packing and making the list at the same time, so I think that there are things in my bags that are not on the list, and there are things on the list that are not in my bags. As long as everything works out in the end, I'll be ok.
This is slowly becoming more and more real, and I can't really describe how this feels, other than to say that I am scared shitless and exhilarated at the same time.