It's 2 AM. Friday night. I'm finally in bed and most of my car is packed. I worry that I'm bringing too much. I 'm waking up again at 4 to pack the rest and be on the road by 5. Less than 2 hours of sleep for a 9 hour drive. This will be fun.
Why am I only getting two hours of sleep? Because my Mom and Dad are fantastic! Part of my car is loaded down with food and spices and other items that I was blessed with by my parents. I am so thankful for that. Since I was out grocery shopping with Mom, I didn't actually start packing until 7:30 or 8:00. Oh well! I got one heck of a kick start!
Tomorrow is the "big day," I suppose. I'm not really nervous about the things I possibly should be. Classes, meeting people, driving, etc. No. Not nervous at all. I'm only nervous about the living situation and having enough space. As I have said, my car is incredibly full and will be even more full tomorrow morning (in 2 hours... ). I really hope I'm not going to be "that guy" that brings everything unnecessary and superfluous. My car is so full and yet most of what is in there is either a) music things, b) clothes, c) food items, or d) cleaning/organizational items. I'm hoping that even if I do bring too much, it will be things that no one else thinks or cares about (ie cleaning). gah... That's really it, though.
Time to stop neglecting my body and let it sleep. Good night.
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