Let the
countdown begin.
8 days until I'm couching it.
I have
everything in boxes, my art crap is all organized, my
cat has been doing her morning exercises to prepare for the big day, and I have my storage space and living space all lined up.
But
I'm not ready.
How can I be ready? My
best friend is moving
2981.3 miles away, and taking the good bread knife with her.
How am I going to live without the good bread knife?
I suppose I should not be surprized. The only constant so far in my life is that
everything I know and am comfortable with gets
smashed to pieces every year or so.
Yippie.