
Time has become even more relevant lately- one more day with my friends, two more with those I love, three more days until departure. It feels like I'm holding onto an hour glass and the sand is slipping through at warp speed. The last few days I'll see the people I love the most for potentially the next 6 months?!?! That's ludicrous. Saying goodbye to my sister and Grandma was so hard. They are like extensions of my own body and I can't imagine life without them or the rest of my family and friends. At least I'll see my Mom and Dad and some other important people over the next few days. I wish time would slow down though. I'm not ready for this yet! I've barely begun my preparations and packing yet Friday continues to creep closer. In all honesty, this has started to feel like a bad dream. When I remember what I'm doing and the reality of my departure hits me, I feel sad, even angry at myself for making this decision. All I want to do is stay in my gorgeous uptown apartment, decorate my tree and go Christmas shopping. Why the hell am I leaving my beautiful friends and family?! Especially during Christmas? I am certifiably insane!

