7 Days


7 Days.

Holy crap I leave in 7 days.

I have so much to do! Banks to deal with, phone calls to make, people to see.

Then I’m off to the races. Or… Airports.

My emotions are completely jumbled and at the moment I don’t know which way is up – a mix of happiness, excitement, anger, eagerness, sadness and overwhelment (which I just made a word).

I just need a couple days, I think.