Nerves

The trip is getting perilously close, and I'm still not nervous. People keep asking me if I'm excited, or anxious, etc. But, I'm not. It's wierd. I think it's because I still have so much shit to do before the trip actually starts. A house to pack up, visas to finish, medications to get, parties to plan... Plus, I'm trying to spend that hard-to-reach quality time with people I'm not going to be seeing again for at least a year-and-a-half. I'm going to getting a little respite tonight (relaxing art jammy-jam), but the next five days are going to ridiculously packed, and probably a little bit drunken.

I don't think it's going to hit me until Monday.