A Quickie...
I should be packing, but I'm not.
Any minute now I'll get up off my duff and start packing my boxes, but I'm in no rush. Regardless if my flight leaves @ midnight.
It hasn't quite hit me yet that I'm leaving...tomorrow. Should I be worried that I haven't even started to to gather my things? Instead I've given myself the perfect french mani/pedicure, facial, and a deep conditioning hair treatment everyday for the last week.
Guess I haven't been able to shake this overwhelming feeling of guilt for leaving my family behind. My family is my strength and it has been a lot hard than I thought to separate from them. My sisters, who are only 7 & 9, can't understand why Ate is leaving and my Mom just doesn't want to let go. I don't blame her. Since the beginning I have been her other half, and she was always mine. Of course the separation is inevitable. I can deal with living away from them, it's the 1,500 mile separation that has me uneasy. This is a huge step into the unknown, and I don't want to fail myself or my family.
Damn you, Salzar! Do things really need to be this difficult?
Maybe I'm procrastinating b/c I really am comfortable w/ where I am and I don't want to leave. Maybe it's a sign that I'll be back sooner than expected. Maybe I feel too guilty to prepare to leave in front of my family. Then again, I could just be doing what I do best.
... Any ... Minute ... Now ...