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See my icon for my current state of mind.
No, it's not quite that bad, yet, but give me time.
For those just tuning in, I'm flying to see my sister on Tuesday, and my brain is currently undecided on whether it's more excited and happy (to see GT, Darby, and my new baby niece) or terrified (to be flying--and changing planes--alone). Yes, I have an irrational fear of airports, especially of getting lost and/or stranded in them by myself. Probably because I've never actually been lost or stranded, and so don't know for certain that I would somehow manage to cope if it came down to it.
Also, I'm in that fabulous stage of vacation preparation where you are constantly thinking and obsessing about what to bring and how to pack but can't actually start packing, yet, because you'll just be constantly getting stuff back out of your bags for the next few days if you do.
So between the excitement, fear, and thwarted packing impulses, I'm feeling very at loose ends and slightly panicky. Gaaah!
On the upside, my bathroom has never been cleaner. Because nothing says "I have everything totally under control!!" like eradicating dirt from the remotest corners of one's bathroom with a toothbrush. *nod* Blaring Boston on the iPod is helping, too. *deep breath*
No, it's not quite that bad, yet, but give me time.
For those just tuning in, I'm flying to see my sister on Tuesday, and my brain is currently undecided on whether it's more excited and happy (to see GT, Darby, and my new baby niece) or terrified (to be flying--and changing planes--alone). Yes, I have an irrational fear of airports, especially of getting lost and/or stranded in them by myself. Probably because I've never actually been lost or stranded, and so don't know for certain that I would somehow manage to cope if it came down to it.
Also, I'm in that fabulous stage of vacation preparation where you are constantly thinking and obsessing about what to bring and how to pack but can't actually start packing, yet, because you'll just be constantly getting stuff back out of your bags for the next few days if you do.
So between the excitement, fear, and thwarted packing impulses, I'm feeling very at loose ends and slightly panicky. Gaaah!
On the upside, my bathroom has never been cleaner. Because nothing says "I have everything totally under control!!" like eradicating dirt from the remotest corners of one's bathroom with a toothbrush. *nod* Blaring Boston on the iPod is helping, too. *deep breath*