I leave for PST in less than a week and it still doesn't even feel real. I can't tell if I'm just in severe denial or if there's just so much going on that I'm too distracted to really take in how ridiculously life-altering next week is going to be.
I'm pretty much packed. Everything that I want to take is laid out next to my luggage....now all I have to do is find a way to put in all IN my luggage! I don't know... I keep procrastinating because it's like, once i put those clothes in those bags, it's real. It's happening. I'm leaving. And ya know, maybe I'm just not ready for that yet. Maybe i need a couple more days....
It's weird because the way I'm feeling about leaving is THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE of how I imagined myself feeling. Yes, I'm excited but I'm also like 3,459 other emotions and they're all going through my brain and my heart at the same time. It's confusing, to say the least.
But I'm off to bed now. Gotta wake up nice and early so I can finish up my packing/organizing/cleaning.
besos.
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