Counting days...

I'm very excited today. Every time I'm sorting out something for my big move, I get excited. Every time I get to see all those websites of outdoor activities and natural beauty around my next "place of stay" (can't really call it a home yet as I've never been there), I get excited. Then I start planning imaginary trips and visualize what it would be like. I've been driving this high wave for a few weeks now. I've only got 11 days left at work and 18 days in total before I leave this place. Then I'll take a train to Coventry and stay there for a week to see some of my friends. The next stop is London and a couple of days with "my" twins there. It will be hard to say goodbye to them, I might never see them again. Normally, with this thought, I'd start panicking and crying but this time it's different. I'm sad but the excitement took over my emotions almost completely. From London I'm flying back to my parents and stay until the end of the year. I have already a few trips planned from there and a few meetings with friends arranged. Some days I get stressed about the packing. I hate packing, big time. But then I think about the reason why I'm packing and get excited. It's not that bad living in a dream world. :-) Everything is organised and the collection day for the boxes is booked. So now I have a deadline to work to. When I sit on the train to Coventry I'll finally be able to relax, I hope. :-)