5 days to go....

5 days to go and my excitement is overwhelmed by anxiety about how much I have to do. The last few weeks have been a mad rush of moving into a new house and completing 9 month's of uni work, the culmination of which sits demurely on my new armchair, waiting to be passed to my supervisor for his final approval, and then to the uni. It mocks me in its simplicity- there they sit, all 60 pages, multiple copies, on time, minimal mistakes evident with the printing... I feel sure a flood is going to rise up and destroy them before tomorrow.

As a result of the hecticity (I don't think this is a word, but it should be), my suitcase sits mostly empty, looking forgotten, open wide like the mouth of a giant beast, waiting to be fed. I've thrown it a few odd pieces, and they lie haphazardly over the sides and in the thing. It looks happier every time I toss it something. My To Do list spans several pages, incorporating such vague yet crucial tasks as "sort out money for overseas". I'm looking forward to the long plane trip as a chance to finally sit back and relax.