It's a week and a half 'till I ship out.

This still doesn't feel real to me at all, although leaving in general (or disappearing from my current life, anyway) does. My apartment has been a mess of attempting-to-pack for the last month, since my original plan was to move out a month early and save rent that way, but the reality is I was nowhere near ready to leave at that point. I've done about half of the goodbye things that I know I'll be doing, and today I put in my last hour at work. I was supposed to be there 'till Friday night, but I've been going home sick more often than not the past two weeks, with these terrible drowsinesses (mostly from the heat) and random other symptoms (most likely from stress), and decided that putting in two and a half more days there was just not worth it. I mean, I need to in a capitalist sense, or just in the responsible sense of being entirely caught up financially by the time I leave.. but the reality is that if I get sick enough to not be able to leave, or if I get stressed out enough that I have a breakdown at bootcamp, I'm not gonna be ok financially or otherwise. So, I called tonight and told them that because of stress, I wouldn't be returning to work. They were very fine with that, even though they're incredibly busy these days.

This weekend, my mother, brother, and niece will hopefully be coming up for a visit before I leave. And then next week I've got a bazillion more attempts at hanging out with people one-last-time, and then I'm off on this crazy new adventure.

As long as Kerry doesn't get elected, I'll have job security for the next five years.

I've already given Beth all the information she needs (I think) for my blog and email account so that they don't go poof while I'm gone, and so that I can update everyone during bootcamp, and in one central location.

So I guess that's all there is to it this time, really.

The part of me that feels like all of this is more final than not is getting bigger these days.. The part of me that knows it won't ever be back. But I will, most likely. I always am.

Here's to restless nights before big changes.. and here's to big changes that will hopefully make nights less restless.