US -> UK countdown = 23 days
Actually that's not so bad. That's what, 3 weeks.
Oh shit that sounds worse. Ok, back to 23 days.
This afternoon I've noticed that I've been stopping mid-laughter. I can't freely consume happy moments anymore because my thoughts keep interrupting, "You better enjoy this 'cause you're leaving soon you know!" How can I enjoy it when my stupid brain is being Debbie Downer?
I think my brain is going through some weird phase in response to this move. Because on top of being completely uncooperative about having fun, when I actually have to be productive and get shit done it somehow convinces me that a nap is really the way to go.
Additionally, the brain has a very strange notion about England. At lunch I asked my friends if it would be wise to stock up on all my toiletries now before I leave. As if the UK is some third world country without shampoo and lotion. (And considering the recent airline scares, it's probably a better idea to leave that stuff behind.) And why am I even thinking about stupid things like making sure I have a bottle of Herbal Essences over there, when I really should be concentrating on more pressing matters like, oh I don't know, selling my car?
By the way: Bonfire on August 26. Doit.