With only four weeks to go, the anxiety has finally hit. So much so that I dream about it when I should be resting my mind. So much so that I woke up crying about it this morning. There is just tons to do. It would help if I could talk to the people I love about it, but I feel that they don’t want to acknowledge that I’m leaving and thus, won’t partake in such a conversation. Every time I bring it up, they either get quiet or answer me with short responses so I end up changing the subject. It sucks. I want some support and feedback. Really the only person I’ve been able to talk to as of lately is my brother. No one is more excited about the move than he is. Not even me.
I better get ready for work.