8 and counting....

Well a lot has happened since I last wrote. I said adios to my job (took a yr leave) and endless good bye celebrations with family and friends. I must admit, I dreamed for this day to come but now that it is around the corner, I'm feeling a bit numb. I feel like I have so much I am leaving unsettled.
I'm sure part of the reason I'm feeling this way is that my second set of FBI prints just came (talk about down to the wire). Luckily my brother lives near the Apostille office in metro DC where I need that damn stamp.
We celebrated getting that pesky thing the only way this chica knows how..food and vino! Big thanks to my brother for everything.

Flash forward to this morning...I woke up with that same numb feeling. What the hell do I do now? I'm walking in circles in my apt. Haven't packed a thing but have a mean list of stuff to pack.  I thought crossed my mind....I'll clean out my fridge and cupboards of stuff, umm that sounded good but I just ended up making coffee and staring at the fridge and cupboards. Is this my sub-conscious saying your not ready to fly the coop just yet??? Pre-departure jitters?
8 days and counting, we shall see.......