The Disco Before the Breakdown

It's no longer a month countdown, but a day countdown. Only 22 days until I move to the city of brotherly love. And it has certainly hit me.

Yesterday I was to drive to Wichita Falls to visit my best friend and her husband. I had lunch with my parents and had planned on going back to my apartment, packing up, then hitting the road. Well, as I was leaving Village Burger Bar, I lost it. I don't even know why I lost it. And I couldn't get a grip either. I knew I wouldn't make it to Wichita Falls last night but I needed to go somewhere. So I headed out to my parents house. There are so many emotions wrapped up in this move. I'm scared of what is ahead of me. I am sad to leave my friends and family. I won't be able to just hop in my car and drive to my parent's house anymore. I won't even have a car to hop into. I'm overwhelmed by all that has to be done in the next 22 days. I have to pack up my place, figure out what is going and what is staying, and clean the place for Andrea. I am so thankful that she is going to sublet my apartment but sometimes I think it might be easier to let my apartment go so that I can just pack everything up and put it in storage instead of clearing out space for her. I have so much stuff!

Mom tells me that it's like I'm going to college again. I just don't remember being this neurotic when I left for college. Plus, Lubbock is only 5 hours from home. Philadelphia is about 1500 miles away. This is a HUGE move for me. And I know it's only for 6 months, but right now, that seems like a lot.

This morning I was planning on leaving my parent's place and heading to Wichita Falls. Then breakdown #2 occurred. I knew I couldn't do to WF with everything I have to get done. So, I'm spending these two days off to clean up my apartment and get organized. I've started my list and am going room by room trying to figure out what all needs to be done. It's going very slow, but I think I just need to take my time or I'll really fall apart.