2 weeks, 1 day and 12 hours.
It has yet to hit me. Although I've been in meeting after meeting and started (only the slightest amount) to acquire some of the items I need to take with me, I am not yet mentally prepared to abandon living comfortably for four months. I keep waiting for it to happen, as I tick things off of my 'to-do' lists, but it all seems like a dream. Perhaps tonight, when I finally start laying out my clothes, covering the kitchen table, and attempt to stuff it all into one handy-dandy knapsack, I will feel the 'butterflies' of excitement (or anxiety!) as I prepare to embark on this next adventure!
