November 30, 2001 ~ Countdown
I'm sitting amongst stacks of boxes and taking a break from packing.
Two days, and I will be moved into my new house.
Sixteen days, and I will have been married for one year.
Two weeks and a few days, and I will be taking final exams.
Three weeks, and the semester will be over.
One month, and I will have written a journal entry every single day for a year.
One month and two days, and I will be on a plane to London.
Provided I don't die or become deathly ill or otherwise incapacitated in the next few days (because you just never know).
I am looking forward to the moving being over, but I'm never particularly comfortable in the midst of it. I just want to be home.