Counting

So I'm just sitting here with the cat, thinking about jazzercise ( I should change soon, but I was reading and looking for more books to put on my iPad), and I've clicked over to my events countdown. I'm leaving for Europe in about 55 days and 18 hours, and there's still so much to do! Yes, I have flights and a hostel and a few tours booked, but that's it. I've got more budgeting to do (looking in-depth at whether I'll have enough to do all the things I want to, etc), planning (what do I want to be CERTAIN I see?), and dreaming. I've also got to get my sister's birthday dealt with (its before I leave, but I need to budget it in there too), Mother's Day and Father's Day done (I want to say I love and appreciate my family even if I'm thousands of miles away), money for rent figured out (but my landlady is super reasonable), and money set aside for my car payments while I travel. Today is a day of reflection and panic. Tomorrow may be the same, or it may be a day to start creating lists and taking action. After work, that is.

My favourite way to combat all the things I have to do and still haven't done? Work. I'm bringing money in if I'm working; I can't spend it, because I'm working; and I still get to talk about my trip. Both of my jobs are pretty social, and my regular clients like to chat. Actually, they've helped me prepare for my trip by chatting too. One reminded me that I should maybe look at getting spare eyeglasses (which I now have), and another gave me some tips on where I could pick up some of the stuff I need. My best friend is lending me a backpack (which I get when I see her for coffee tonight -yay, I get to see her again!-), and my sister is going to help me pack (she's my little style consultant. She's the cute one, I'm the one who follows her directions for clothing). A co-worker who was in Europe last year is going to sell me some euros at the current rate but without the teller charge so we both save. Basically, everything is falling into place and I can't help but feel like this is all happening really fast. The trip that I started dreaming about a year ago is coming to fruition, and I like it think I'm nearly prepared. Nervous, but prepared.

I guess I'd better go change now though; I've got to leave soon.

Have you ever hit a point where you start to realize how close something is and you start getting nervous and excited? What was the occasion, and how did you deal with it?