So, tomorrow I'm packing up my entire life. Hopefully I can get most of it to fit in my car. Then the rest I can put in the back of my friend's truck.
Even though tomorrow is going to be my last full day in Carpinteria, it still doesn't feel real. It doesn't feel like I'm really leaving. The whole world is going home for Christmas. I'm going home for Christmas just like them. It's not anything special. At least, that's what my brain is telling me.
I've been wanting this and looking forward to this for so long that it became a dream. I've been telling my mind "Not yet" for so long that it might be permanently stuck thinking that it's not happening.
January 7th it will actually happen and my brain will have no choice but to accept that fact.
16 days until I leave for Romania.
wow, Mike, i know this exact feeling. one day you are packing up all your stuff and trying to realize it's real, and then one day you are on a plane and you get off and your life is suddenly in a different world than it was before. crazy and hard to realize it's real, but it is! you'll have to write more about what it's like.
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