Okay, so now I’m seven days away from taking off. This is also my first full day back in Portland, after being gone for a bit. Is now the time to panic? I feel a little like I should be panicking more, but mostly I’m just sitting around my house, reading. Remember that list I posted last week, of all the things I need to do? I haven’t made a dent in that. In fact, I’ve only added a few things, like today, I added “Clean the sink,” which then became “clean the kitchen,” which then became “bleach the kitchen.” I’ve done that, but I still am not really any closer to being ready.
When does the panic set it? That’s all I’m really wondering this week. When the panic sets in is when I’ll get everything that I need to do done. For now, it feels like something I can wait on (even though I know I can’t and am not).
This is a much shorter post than last week. Next week, I’ll probably post from Paris, on my way to Morocco, and then the post will be longer.
Happy New Year!