So, I leave in less than 2 days. I haven't packed a thing, my room is a disaster area and I need to go to work tonight for my last shift. This is starting to get real, my friends.
These are the thoughts running continuously through my head:
Do I have everything I need? No clue.
I have all the time in the world, right? Nope.
Have I been able to see everyone one last time? Not even close.
And so, here I am. So paralyzed with stress and fear that I am writing a blog post instead of working on my final preparations. I really should be getting clothes in the wash, packing up my belongings and getting myself into good headspace. I think I will grab some lunch instead. Sometimes neuroticism can be really enjoyable. Somehow, this is not one of those times.
Once I get to the airport on Monday morning at a disgusting 5:15am, things will be better. I am not going to sleep Sunday night, or for the first flight from Phoenix, AZ to Atlanta, GA. I will pass on the Atlanta-Frankfurt leg. If my calculations are correct, I should arrive in Germany without any jet lag. And we shall see how that goes, hmmm?
Until then, my comrades, Auf Wiedersehen!
