So this is it, y’all. Last day in America. I’ve been so stressed out with packing/moving/dog concerns that I’ve just now started to get excited. I think with the way life has worked out these last few years, my natural inclination is to not believe something is real until it actually happens. There has been almost a disconnect in my brain during this entire process, stemming from a deep-seeded fear that anything that can go wrong, will. This, if for no other reason, is enough of a reason to get the hell out of the states and hit the “reset” button on life.
Other than that, I woke up at 5 AM Seattle time for no particular reason. I should be tired, but the solid six hours of sleep are a godsend compared to the 2-3 hours a night I have been getting most of this week. So here in about an hour I’ll take a shower, pack, have breakfast, go to training, and then at 11 we’ll be off to the airport! Time to get started on the rest of my life.
…and of course, all apologies to The Clash.