I'm counting down the days, practically the hours until I leave. Basically, I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to make sure all my ducks are in a row (enough metaphors for ya?)
I just, like an hour ago, bought a new suitcase because there's no piece of luggage in this house that can handle another transatlantic trip. It's a lovely bright orange, so I won't have any trouble finding it on the baggage carousels. It was either that or leopard skin. I drew the line at the fake hide of animals.
Basically I'm pretty stressed right now, but I am keeping the vision of me lying on the beach on Friday in my head to stop me from going postal!