I turned in my two week notice at work on Monday. Right now it’s Friday evening and Charlotte is in the grip of a winter storm. A week from this upcoming Monday, I fly to Bogota and my adventure begins.
But I’m not excited. If anything, I feel some anxiety. Some of this is likely due to the fact that I still need to pack 90% of my belongings, but some of it has to do with the fact that I’m facing a lot of change. Right now it’s 26 degrees, with snow and ice on the ground. In ten days, the weather will be in the 70s or higher and humid. We have a vague outline of a plan (which is by design) but along with that comes a lot of uncertainty.
I don’t think this anxiety will last. Unless, of course, it’s a side effect of the anti-malaria medication I’m taking. In that case I’ve got three months of anxiety to look forward to. Hooray!
I think that my outlook will improve once I start packing things up and know that all of this last-minute stuff involved with moving out is being taken care of. It stresses me out when important things are left undone. Right now I have a hell of a lot left undone. I’ve been taking care of a lot of these last-minute things, but there are still more to do. It’s getting down to the wire and it feels like there’s not enough time to do it all.
One thing I tend to forget is that I come from a long line of procrastinators. I often do my best work at the very last minute.
Everything is going to be fine.