It's only 15 sleeps

So now I'm like a kid counting down the sleeps. I had fun last weekend bringing out my backpack and playing with all the little compartments. Tanya has been running an open 'silly question asking' policy. I have asked all manner of silly questions about overseas adventures and I have been having fun getting all of those little concerns out of my system.

Weeeee it really is getting close now.

eek!

2 weeks and 5 days

It's getting a little scary and real right about now. As I sit at my work desk, I'm finding it almost impossible to concentrate on the tasks at hand and they are piling up around my toes. I feel unready. Unsettled. Excited about the day actually arriving, but I'm terrified of all the unknown things. I don't really know how to make it seem more simple. I am blessed to be going in the first place, the last thing I want to do is whinge. I never expected to be scared, but I am a bit.

My toes tingle.

I'm sure I'll be hopping on that plane chanting "i'm not nervous, I'm excited!" over and over again. I've heard it works.

The things to do. Many. The money I'll have: limited. And the time I'm bound to have: fantastic.