One Fortnight Away

In exactly two weeks to the hour I will be settling into an airline chair, pulling out my unfinished reading and pretending to pay attention to the flight attendant's safety speech. Although this scenario is exciting it is also just a little frightening. I had a dream last night that I was trying to pack. I woke up feeling stressed and flustered, with a nagging feeling that i was forgetting something already. However, in my dream I did own a very cute little black dress I wish really was hanging in the closet of my reality. 

True to form there are a million and one things still on my "to do" list. My laptop needs a new battery and a thorough cleaning; I need to alert the bank of my overseas status; my new watch needs to be adjusted; and my new (pricey!!!) camera needs to come in the mail so I can get some practice in before I try to take on monuments like Stonehenge. 

I have a good seven days of work left and 4.66 books left to finish. My mom wants me to do a run-through packing before I try for real (the night before). Which means I need to figure out what exactly is going with me. Which also means that I have to try on every piece of clothing I'm thinking about taking to see if it will practically work in full-outfit mode. 

I think I need to conclude this blog now, before I preemptively freak myself out and actually start worrying about when/how this stuff is going to get done.