In the Single Digits

I am down to 8 days.

I flipped the calendar over yesterday to the month of September and noticed that, there, just a few days away and definitely in the same month, I would be leaving. After a mild panic attack, I went to re-pack my suitcases, weeding out all the things I've decided I won't be needing (like that second grey and white striped sweater--who needs 2 grey and white sweaters? Not me, I decided!). Chris, if you're reading this, you'll be happy to know my suitcases will be a bit lighter.

Today, my mom asked me if there was anything special I'd like her to make for dinner at some point and I got a little sad. Everything's a little bittersweet at this point; I'm really excited for what's to come, but I also have been exceedingly happy here. That's kind of the bitch of this whole thing--I am comfortable here and love my friends, work, and family. This would be a lot easier if all of you were just 25% less awesome. Work on that, will you? Preferrably quickly, like, in the next 7 days. In any case, I think that part of this is that to me, moving feels like a permanent decision, when in fact, it is certainly not. I guess it just feels like a big deal to me right now because it's looming large on the horizon.

I'm keeping in mind that one of the driving factors behind this move, this big change, is that I am so comfortable here. I know where things are (which is not to say that I don't get lost anymore), I (think I) know how to do my job, my friends are close by, my family is here...it's all very convenient and comfortable. I don't worry about things here, but I'm also not actively excited or intrigued much. I'm excited to be excited again. I feel ready to be out of my element.