A little bit of sadness mixed with a little bit of happiness.

If all goes according to plan (which it rarely does) the movers will be
packing up our apartment next Monday and we'll be flying on Thursday.
So soon. It's a very strange feeling that I'm having now. Part of me wants it all to hurry up...for the past month I thought we were leaving 'in two weeks' and then that deadline would shift. While I'm happy that this is moving along, I have to make sure that I enjoy this last week. However, I feel like there is a small bit of me has already left; it left as soon as I learned we were cutting our time here short. I know that next Thursday will creep up so quickly, and I'll feel another mix of emotions- happiness to be going back to family, friends, familiarity, but also sadness that we're leaving this place that was our home for a year and 8 months. I'm sure a lot of the reflection will happen once we're back and removed from the situations, so for now I should enjoy every last bit here. I really will try.