T-2 Days

Eventually the To Do list gets checked off (mostly) and the bags are packed (mostly) and you're left with an empty room and your thoughts. With two days to go before I leave that's where I'm at now, and it's terrifying.

The language I feel like I've forgotten, the job I'm hardly qualified for, living/teaching in a city whose name makes people wince and give me looks of pity, dealing with French bureaucracy, getting into the rhythm of living in a new place, convincing new people to befriend me. All of it. Oh, and I'm sick. (Sorry to whoever sits next to me on the airplane).

Let the packing begin. So. Much. Packing.