~31 days

If I'm honest, I'll admit that I'm completely freaking out.

Guess I was just honest.

It's good and bad stuff, hence the freaking out. The good stuff is overwhelming me on the "joy" scale. The bad is overwhelming me on the "stress" scale.

The last of my stuff has to be either packed up or gotten out of the apartment. I have to clean the place. There's laundry to do. I should go see my neighbor. I'm in OCD hell.

All I want to do is be there. I miss my Sara.