Leavings

I'm going to Jamaica in 16 days!

And I'm (if all goes as planned) moving in 55 days!

And I am so ready for both.

Even if I hadn't had a huge fight with my landlord (I do not even want to go into how stupid this fight was) and even if I hadn't missed my previously scheduled vacation (so not revisiting this), I would be desperately needing both to happen as soon as possible. I can do 16 days. 55? I hope so. Because I have been scoping out matching dishes since February, I am anxious to clean my carpets, my waffle maker patiently awaits a coveted spot on a new countertop, and of course I really miss my sister, aka new roommate. The countdown has officially begun.

There seems to be so much to do before I go, but it's too early to start doing any of it. This is going to be so worth it, right? Moving scares me, and money scares me (or rather spending it in large amounts), and I have to do both of these things at once very soon. Everything seems so daunting right now... I wish I could sleep through the next few weeks and wake up and drink a pot of coffee and just get it over with.

I can make it through the next two weeks. I can do that, and I can go lay on a beach and get drunk on local rum and fruity concoctions with my ginger boyfriend, and then I can come back and figure some crap out.

It is time to get back in "what the hell should I do with my life" mode and get my act together.
Rev up that coffeemate, San- we're gonna do this shit.