Stress

Fact: Moving out of the country is stressful.

But moving out of the country after only giving yourself ONE WEEK to take care of everything is ridiculous.

In the past week, I have left my job, moved out of my apartment, bounced around from friends and family saying my good byes, was thrown an absolutely PHENOMENAL, mind-blowing surprise going-away party, hauled all my stuff to my parent's house, hauled another ton of stuff to the Goodwill, spent hours organizing things into various crevices in their garage, screamed and freaked out at my boyfriend and mother at least three separate times, ate a ton of sushi, slapped, hit and kicked my suitcases for not fitting all my stuff, and proceeded to bang my head against the wall because even at the very last minute I still wasn't ready.

But it's my own fault. Who waits till the day before they're leaving the country to cancel their cell phone? Sometimes I want to kick my own ass.

All that aside, I am now chilled out and happily taking deep, stress-free breaths of fresh air in my lovely Holiday Inn hotel room in Washington, D.C. I still have that panic feeling every now and then, but it's happening less and less because it doesn't really matter if I've forgotten something now, does it?

Monday I'll be on that plane heading over the Atlantic to my new home without my favorite sweatshirt, and without my favorite jacket...without my sleeping bag and without all the other stuff I forgot or just didn't have room for. But whatever! I'll still get there and I'll still survive just fine.