Two Weeks – the beginning of the . . . beginning?

Two weeks from now I will be on my way or already at the airport.  I think my flight leaves at 8pm (should really check that, add it to the list!), so I really should be there by 5 so I can wait around for it.

My  last day of work was Saturday, followed by a very epic and not entirely un-Hangoverlike party that started at my place and ended there about 10 hours later . . . I didn’t get out of bed until 2:30pm on Sunday.

But that’s enough of fun and games!  I have SO much to do before I leave IN TWO WEEKS!  I feel like if I keep reminding myself that I’m leaving IN TWO WEEKS that it might actually become a reality.  I’m fairly certain at this point that I’m in denial of my dream for the last 4 years, and that one day I will wake up and realize the application deadline for an exchange semester is tomorrow, and will start all over again.  If this is in fact the case, and I am typing to the abyss – come and find me in Scotland, fall 2006.  I’ll be at a bar with my friends in Glasgow.

Seriously though, my list of Things To Do is an entire, double columned page in 10 pt font – and most of it has yet to be scribbled out, noting it’s doneness.  Where does this leave me?  With a lot TO DO in the next TWO WEEKS.  Of course the weather in Vancouver is once again beautiful and all I want to do is ride my bike, go walking, hiking, running . . . NOT pack in my below-ground room . . .

But the point of all of this rambling is this: I have reached the beginning of the beginning.  This is the actual, real start of my new life.  In TWO WEEKS I will be gone, and everything must be done, because I still don’t know when I’m coming back.  I still am not entirely sure how I will get to the place I am supposed to be in a year when Mom and Dad come to visit.  All that aside, and as tired and stressed as I am, I’ve been waiting for this for so long; dreaming about the day when I could just leave and not have to worry about coming back, knowing that eventually I will (or won’t) and everything will just work itself out.

There are a lot of endings in the beginning of the beginning: last day at work, last choir practice, last yoga session with Cat, last time in my favourite malls/stores, last time being here, going there.  Are these last times for good?  If I sleep at night am I missing something?  Endings are always hard, and having so many of them at the same time is very overwhelming.  So I keep trying to remind myself: it’s not the beginning of the end of an old life, it’s the beginning of the beginning of a new one.  Stick with me, and I promise to let you know how it goes!

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4 Responses to Two Weeks – the beginning of the . . . beginning?

  1. Stop blogging and get on that list!

    • Michelle says:

      Hey Paul, watch it or I’m going to recruit you to help me!!! I am slowly getting a lot done but as usual the last 3 days will be an utter gong show . . . . *sigh*

      • If I can help in some way, do let me know. Seriously.

      • Michelle says:

        You are awesome! I will totally take you up on that offer if I have something that can be done remotely from 5000kms away! Really though, I’m doing ok . . . my Dad asked me today if I could leave tomorrow if I totally had to, and I could, so I’m taking that as a good sign!

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