a frantic beginning

In one hundred and nineteen hours, forty-one minutes and some odd seconds, I'll be on a plane to Switzerland. Given the near absurdity of moving across the world, I should probably be freaking out more than I currently am, but I'm strangely calm--of course, this could have something to do with the fact that I'm exhausted, it's 1:30 am, and I spent twelve hours today alternately running errands and packing.

My parents are slightly frantic at the moment. You know that period of time, right before you finish a huge project, when you think you'll never ever be done? Yeah, that's the space they're in right now. The house needs painting and re-carpeting and the cabinets and counter tops are getting re-done, the patio is getting bricked, the trees are getting trimmed, the light fixtures and doorknobs and other such knickknacks are getting replaced, the cars are selling, the cottage kitchen is getting remodeled... and there's still a massive amount of packing to do. Suddenly one hundred and nineteen hours seems impossibly short.