Freak Out
- I'm not going to get everything done!
- I'm not going to get all my stuff packed into the bags designated/weight limit allowed!
- I'm going to forget something totally important, like having my mail forwarded!
- I'm going to get stuck in traffic and miss my plane! (Thursday is a holiday in France)
In all honesty, my apt. is nearly empty. There are still the bags, the last minute cleaning supplies, and a few boxes of stuff that didn't go into more organized boxes earlier. I'm cleaned kitchen to a spit-shine level of perfection, and tomorrow I'll clean the rest behind me and leave permanently.
Yesterday was my "goodbye" day for most everyone from church. Some of the youth group kids took me out to lunch, and then I was also invited to a home for dinner. In a few minutes, I'm headed to dinner at the youth pastor's house, where I will say goodbye to the last few friends from the youth group. Hard stuff.
Funny thing: Yesterday, I was driving home from church and I turned a blind corner; there in the middle of the deserted street was a teenager, who had clearly just hopped off his scooter and was picking his "wedgie." He appeared shocked and embarrassed that I surprised him, coming around that corner. He hopped back on his scooter (riding sidesaddle), and I saw him grimace as he roared away. Apparently, he was having some real trouble. I laughed all the way home.