Moving stress

Well, it's finally here. The last week before the great move. I seem quite calm about it to most people, but the truth is that the stress is finally building up. For some reason I'm enjoying the stress though.

I got a last minute schedule revision at work yesterday, which suddenly took away the Saturday that I had off. I thought maybe I could make things work, but after thinking about it for a while I came to the conclusion that I couldn't. So, a stern email corrected all of that, and I now have my Saturday back to get everything done. I'm very happy about that.

I haven't seen anyone lately, but it's just the way things are right now. I tried to get out for some drinks on Sunday afternoon with a couple friends, but ended up bailing on that to nap and do some resume/cover letter writing. I'm short on time now, but the true friends are the ones that will understand that. I am impressed with the number of people that are trying to make some time free on the weekend to come out.

I'm at the point where I need this trip to start. The excitement is overwhelming me, and I'm wearing myself out because I'm on such a high with it all. It's been many years since I decided that Vancouver Island was where I wanted to eventually call home. It's been a dream for such a long time, that it actually just becomes that almost unachievable dream that is just always there. In 7 days I will be out there, and I will be calling that place home. In 7 days, something that I've spent so long dreaming about will actually become a reality. I'm not sure if I am capable of comprehending this yet. It doesn't seem like it's real. Nothing does. For the first time in a very long time, everything makes sense.

It's going to be one hell of a journey. Everything is new and I have no idea what is waiting for me out there... other than a very wonderful girl.