Mistakes

The days are really starting to fly now. I only have 7 days left, and I can't help but start to freak out.

1. I still haven't finished packing

2. My home is still a wreck

3. I think I'm making a magnificent mistake

I mean who does this, who wakes up one morning and decides to fly half way across the world, to figure things out. I can figure things out from California, which is technically further away, but at least on the same CONTINENT as everyone I know. Ugh.

I'm so anxious lately, I feel like I could puke constantly, just hug the bowl of my misshapen life until my insides are completely out of me, and I wake up in some haze where none of this is real, or happening. I wish that the next week would finally go by, then finally I could start making sense of what's happening.

This labor of love ( for my self) is turning into more of a chore. SO over it. UGh.