I sit here as a big, beautiful thunderstorm rolls in. Rain and thunderstorms are my favorite kind of weather, for some reason, and I feel quite cozy in my apartment looking out (nevermind that soon the dog will start to freak out).
To be honest with you, I'm procrastinating the start of packing up my things. My boyfriend and I are headed over to my parents this afternoon and I'm planning to bring some things over with me. I don't even know where to start, looking at it all. I know generally what needs to stay and what needs to go, but a part of my brain is arguing that I still have a week left here and what-if this and what about that are floating all around. I don't think it really hit me until yesterday (my last day of work) that I'm going to be leaving and will be gone for big chunks of time. I felt the first stabs of panic, thinking about my dad's surgery, my mom's birthday, my parents getting a dog, my boyfriend taking his engineer's test and Thanksgiving all passing by without my being there. I'm not sure if it's because this is my first time actually moving away from home (although I haven't lived with my parents for years I've been only a 30min drive away) or because it's another country...but I'm feeling a little green around the gills at the thought of it all. I know once school starts up I'll be too busy to even think about it but for now, it's looming.
Anyway, I didn't mean for this to be a pessimistic post. I'm excited about getting up there and settling in, spending that last week with my boyfriend and starting school. I know it'll be worth it. But for now, on this side of the biggest change in my life thus far, it's a wee bit intimidating.
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