the night before.

I just finished packing. For the second time. I had to take 1/2 of my clothes out and repack so both suitcases were at 50 lbs. It's strange that my whole life fit in 3 bags. Maybe I won't miss the things I leave behind, but it's doubtful...

My mother had consistently had a stiff upper lip about this whole trip or until this week that is. This whole move became more and more real as the days fell off the calendar. We're not even sure if she'll come to the airport, but as a wise man told me tonight "everyone deals with things in their own way." 

Everyone keeps telling Rosanna to take care of me while I'm gone. Who's going to take care of her?! I wonder if I really come off as that vulnerable? I wouldn't have jumped into this knowing I was ready. I knew I wasn't ready and that's why it's so important for me to go. It's time for me to take more accountability for myself.

I'm slightly embarrassed that this job was pushed back so many times. I feel as though people began to doubt my commitment. There's no way that it's stopping now... this is real and I'm really gone tomorrow.

I want to thank everyone for their well wishes, generous gifts and encouragement. I'll miss you while I'm gone.