Some Days

I am all packed. Two big bags, a carry on, and a laptop bag, my life for the next year. Of course it feels like way to much, and not enough. It's funny how my life constantly comes down to contradictory feelings.
I am excited and terrified.
Hurt and strengthened.
Alone and surrounded.

I don't really know what to do. I thought it would be good to be all packed up and not in a hurry on my last day, but, now I don't really know what I am going to do with my last day. I'm bored, and anxious, a deadly combination.

I love flying. Hopefully the flights will be nice and I will have good flight companions. But the airport is going to be lonely. I wish, I wish.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.
-Calvin & Hobbes-