I'm off!

Yesterday was my last day @ work. Weird, weird feeling. I then promptly ignored my responsibilities for the evening in favor of going out. When I woke up this morning, the panic ensued.

Am I ready for my trip? On that plane that leaves, y'know, TONIGHT? No. No, I am not.

So today was harried packing, a nice 8-mile run, delicious Vietnamese food for lunch, a last-minute trip for any OTC medications I could possibly need, and now I am taking a breather before leaving for the airport. I plan to get there around 7, have a leisurely dinner, get through security with plenty of time pre-flight, buy a gifty trinket for my host family, and board my flight.

The theme of today has been WTF AM I DOING???????? I'm full of thoughts of finality. When I was on my run I kept thinking, "this is the last time I'm going to do this run." Which I know isn't true, but I can't help but think weird thoughts right now. I feel...off. I think it's just because this is the beginning of a drastically new routine. Even though I'll be back in a month, I haven't taken a month off from my routine EVER. I've changed routines, but in a much more rapid-fire fashion than this. This is such a foreign feeling. When I get home, it'll be to a temporary new routine. I'll be out of shape from a month off from running. I'll be broke without the steady job income, instead living off my admittedly meager savings. Then SCHOOL.

All right. Back to alternating panic and excitement. Next time - a post from Central America!