The countdown.

You guys. I need to tell you something. Before I moved to Harlem (NYC) 7 years ago I was SO excited and anxious and READY...until like 3 days before I left. I freaked out. Who in their right mind leaves everything they know and understand and love and buys a one way ticket somewhere they have Never been before?? Luckily I had a few people in my life who knew that this was just a momentary freak out and that I was making the 2nd best decision of my life.

Here I am. 45 days out from a one way ticket OUT OF THE COUNTRY and I feel excited and anxious and READY. Uh oh. Does this mean that all of the sadness and nervousness and freaking out is waiting to hit me moments before I leave?! Crap. Can't I just make myself feel these things now and get em over with??

Maybe if I think about all the things I am going to miss for 27 months...

45 days.
45 more days...
...of eating cheese at my leisure (and a lot of it).
...of walking into a cold house.
...of hot showers and baths
...having any food I want, any time I want it.
...watching my niece on Sundays.
...doing ridiculous things with my parents, like archery and pickleball.
...having a fridge stocked with wine  (maybe this can happen but I am preparing myself for the worst).
...of being able to spend time with family and friends.
...to binge watch hulu.
...walking 100 ft to a bar, and back home again.
...to buy a fresh brewed coffee every morning.
...of driving.
...of a predictable tomorrow.