I'm Not Going to Freak Out

I have roughly ten days left here in the Emerald City. But I'm not going to freak out. I have a house full of furniture and a list longer than my hair (used to be!) of things left to do before I leave, but I'm not going to freak out. I'm moving to another country and have not had adequate time to learn British. But I'm not going to freak out. This unidentified screaming rodent (USR) is a visual representation of how it feels in my brain right now. I have started having stress dreams- the ones where it's the day of my final exam and I have forgotten to go to the class all quarter... I know it's all in my head, so I'm not going to freak out. I know I can do it. But every now and then I begin to doubt my ability to get everything done to my satisfaction whilst retaining some semblance of sanity. Sadly, it appears as if some of my peeps may also be succumbing to this incertitude... Rebecca came over the other night for my End of Garage Sale/Come Drink All My Wine party, where she witnessed the state of my apartment. She said nothing even remotely discouraging- in fact she has been very enthusiastic during this whole process- but I know what she must've been thinking! All of the furniture is still here, along with piles of empty boxes just waiting to be packed. How will it ever get done in ten days?!? It's enough to make anyone make this face! But I'm not going to freak out. Cupcake and Paul, two of the other witnesses of the moving mayhem, appear to be equally concerned about all of the work that is left to be done. Perhaps they also fear last minute calls for help moving pianos and such, seeing as they live right down the road and are so very robust and able-bodied. They keep saying supportive things, but look at those skeptical faces! I know what they're thinking! I have ESPN! But I'm not going to freak out. Simone (my roomie's kitty) is in denial about the whole thing. She doesn't want anyone to move. She may not have a complete understanding of what's going on, but she knows that her beloved electric blanket is going into a box, and I assure you that she is not amused. She can't stand to watch. She must avert her kitty eyes. I don't blame her. Bjorn and Kass are not covering their faces because they will miss their electric blankets. Or me, even. In fact, they live in Vancouver and probably have little concern about or interest in my moving process. They are covering their faces because they know that at some point I have to pack all of the dishes, and they are afraid of plates. They fear that the plates will explode and blind them. (Without going into detail, allow me to assure that these fears are not at all unfounded.) Even little Timothy Hutton is concerned that there's no time to pack all of this stuff (or that Kass and Bjorn will be blinded- it's hard to tell which). Don't worry, little Timothy Hutton! Everything is going to be fine! =) I'm not going to freak out. I'm fine. Everything is fine. (Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean...) I have faced seemingly insurmountable moving challenges in the past and made it through (though not entirely unscathed). I have a fine network of friends to love and support me in my time of need. (And by "love and support" I mean "pack and move.") So if any of you lovelies feel the urge to join in the moving fun, give me a call and I'll put you to work! ;) Otherwise, just leave me to toil on my own and then show up for the fun part- drinks at the Lock & Keel Friday the 27th! =) See you there, and leave your skeptical faces at home, because you know they'll end up on the internet! :o