Well, I'm almost there.
Actually, that's patently untrue. I am not ready. Or at least, I don't feel ready. It's one of those Willy Wonka moments; so much to do, so little time (so of course, I'm writing a blog post. Duh...) I have a list on the wall in my apartment right now, of all the things I need to to to be ready. It's complicated by the fact that I'm also packing up my entire life and putting it into storage, so there's a lot of sorting and making piles, of things to go to other (better) homes, and things that belog to other people, and things that I would like to keep. I am packing everything into plastic bins. I'm not a fan of cardboard. The problem I've been running into is the lack of ease in keeping the weight down when packing. It seems that I only have so many light, bulky, squashy things.
In any case, I've asked people to help me move things on Friday morning, so I suppose I'd best be ready by then. I think the packing will be finished, or at least I hope it will be, and then all I have to do is clean. There's a lot of that, too, but it seems less daunting than the packing part. Somehow. For whatever reason. I'm not going to question it, I don't think. It's just easier that way. And maybe I can convince people to help me with that part, too. You never know.
I'm probably not going to get a lot of sleep between here and Dublin. Just a guess.
I'm very much experiencing zugunruhe. (I love that word. So... concise. It's German, and generally used for behavior in migratory birds, but applies here, too. It means "unrest before a journey" which pretty much sums up my life. I'm restless, and a little bit unable to settle to any given task. It's not ADHD bad, yet, but it means I'm awake late, and then awake early, too)