I have been dying in stages for the past month, and in between bouts of nausea (nervousness, you fools, not pregnancy) and stress, there has been some excitement. And also a strange feeling not unakin to the the day I first brought my dog Shaman(yes, that's his name. Story later) home. The thing running through my mind then was: What on earth have I done?
Having said that though, I am also getting little flashes of that feeling I had when I was in Amsterdam. Of finally getting what I want- but not really believing that it was all happening, and all good. Where I think about what has happened (and what is going to happen), and I get all gleeful and giggly. And I am NEVER gleeful and giggly.
Yes, it's going to be weird.
Mood:
Hmmmmmmm
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