One more month

In exactly a month from now, I will be on a plane. Possibly somewhere just past Singapore. Possibly crying. Possibly impossibly excited and nervous and dnskjdskjfdsk.

Sorry. Sometimes my thoughts are far too muddled to be put into writing. Tonight's one of those nights.

I still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that I'm actually going! Sure, I've been doing research and getting stuff done before I leave and all, but would you believe me if I said that it hasn't helped one bit? If anything, all those little details just sort of distract me from the bigger picture -- that I'm leaving. Or maybe I'm just going through this strange variant of denial and am letting all that distract me, I don't know. It might only properly sink in once I'm already there.

People need to stop asking me if I've started packing. I have not!