Three weeks from today, I will be waking up in the Czech Republic. The only accurate way that I can currently express my feelings in writing is as follows:
My excitement level is at 3 million. My anxiety level is a 4 million. And my patience level is at about a NEGATIVE 5 million.
I still can't believe this is actually happening. The last 7 months have been a whirlwind, and the past 2 months have seemed basically non-existent. Let me tell you something that I'm sure you already know...PREPARING TO MOVE ABROAD IS HARD.
But I'm not complaining, because it's going to be so incredibly worth it.
The majority of my stuff has been sold and donated. The bit of stuff I'm leaving behind (mainly books) is packed up and ready to be stored at my parent's house. Everything I needed to buy has been purchased, my travel plans are set in stone, and I am mentally ready to go. Can I just leave now? Like right now?
This upcoming week will be my last week of work, then I will have a week in Tallahassee to tie up some loose ends and get moved out of my apartment, and my final week before departure will be spent at my parent's house with my family. I still haven't had any luck selling my car, but my parents have been kind enough to continue to work on that for me after I leave. The main things I have left to do are settle a couple of things with my bank, decide exactly how I want to manage my phone while I'm abroad, and actually pack my suitcase and everything that is going with me. Is it weird that I'm looking forward to that part though? I can't wait.
Just 19 days. NINETEEN DAYS. It's very possible that my next post may come from the Tampa airport.
Have a great Sunday!