I have piles of things around my apartment today. Travel books and dvds, items to pack, euros, laundry to get ready, and other random things.
As I was going to bed last night, I started to question my decision and pessimistic Melissa came in. I worried about what might happen while I'm gone. Would Kendra be okay? It is so funny because a couple hours earlier I was a romanticized Melissa that was happy to grab this opportunity and go for it full-heartedly. I must be a little bipolar or something.
Pessimistic Melissa is gone and practical Melissa has stepped in. I've started to make a packing list, type my itinerary on a calendar, and start thinking about what I need to do before I go. It is kind of a bummer that I don't have more time to plan because that is half the fun. No complaints here though. Instead it is just an adrenaline rush of excitement and thoughts.
Overall, I would say it has been a good day. At this point my mom doesn't need surgery for her pain, just physical therapy. I hope it helps.