I am feeling totally freaked and overwhelmed by how quickly my summer is wrapping up.  I leave for the Maritimes one week from tomorrow.  ONE WEEK.  Do you know how many things I have to squeeze in?  I barely even realize.  I try not to think about it, lest I begin hyperventilating.  
The worst part is there are so many people that I want to spend time with, lots of time, more time than I have.  And I have to pack.  And packing makes me want to freak out, which comes out as punching friends and family in the face (emotionally).  I am the worst.
Somewhere on the other side, circa September 2 evening, when I am moved in and there and with my Halifax friends, everything will be OK, and I will breathe deeply. Until then, my eye has started to twitch.
 


 
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