It's funny because you anticipate something for so long. The months feel like years. The weeks feel like months. You think you have plenty of time to get ready and time can't go fast enough. Then you start to get down to the wire, you start to feel less and less prepared, and suddenly you can't slow time down. I've been at my parents' house for five days, and trying to pack in adequate family time and necessary errands has made five feel like two. I have so much to do and I'm running out of time to do it. Yet I've made time to blog ... hmm.
The days will soon turn into hours, and I am starting to realize how scared I am ... I believe the term is shitless.