This is it, the day we fly out. I’m stressed, but not because we fly out for the rally tonight. I overestimated how much I could get moved out of my old apartment in a day, and still have boxes and furniture to move. This morning will focus on all the last minute moving, and I know i’ll end up leaving some stuff, like my bike, with my soon-to-be-ex-housemates. I’ll miss them, they’ve been some of the best people to share this house/apartment/basement thing we’ve been living in.
Once all this stuff is moved, once I get to the point where I just say screw it and decide that I can just leave that old cake pan or steak knife or whatever and just think about the upcoming flight out to the rally, that’s probably when the real stress will start.