Monday, Dec. 02, 2002 - 10:53 P.M.

I've just spent hours, and I mean hours, searching for the charger for my MiniDisc player. My room is spotless, every nook and cranny has been thoroughly searched. It's still nowhere to be found. I had it earlier tonight, this much I know. Where it is now is anybody's guess.

This is a typical Erica-ism. A few years ago, I bought some pot for myself. It was the only time I've ever bought weed alone and it was lovely. For a few nights, I sat around my room laughing and listening to music. I made yummy treats and I fell asleep feeling warm and fuzzy. On the third night, I put the little baggy somewhere noting that, it would be safe where I hid it. You know where this is going, right? I never saw the pot again. That was the night I officially became "The Stoner Who Gets So High That She Forgets Where She Hides The Stash." SO typical!

I suppose the evening wasn't entirely wasted since my room is now so clean and luverly. It's snowing outside and I'm cuddled up beaneath my new bright blue fleece blanket. There's an Idian Chai sented candle burning on my nightstand, Luna on the stereo, and I'm having a night cap. Ahhhhhh, bliss. Earlier tonight though, I was quite stressed out. I realized how quickly time is passing and, despite how wonderful I find this realization, it also makes me incredibly nervous.

I leave for England eight weeks from today. That means that eight weeks from this moment, I will be stiing on a plan more than half way to Heathrow airport. That's 56 days from now. I have 30 days left of work. Between now and January 27th, I also have one birthday (I'll be 25 on December 28th), Christmas, and New Year's to look forward to. I'll spend 12 days at with my parents over the holidays, and another week with them right before my departure. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I'M MOVING TO ENGLAND! I think I'll keep having these moments until I actually land on British soil and see Lee there ready to greet me. Until then, I fully expect to have ocassional freak outs.

It's not that I'm nervous in an "Oh my God, I doubt my decision and I am scared" kind of way. It's more in an "AH! This is the most amazing thing I've ever done with my life and I'm so excited at the prospect of all that is to come" kind of way. I know that this is totally normal and that's why it's not making me too concerned. It doesn't stop the fact that earler this evening found me dancing around my apartment with ideas, and possible senarios racing through my head. I'm full of positive manic energy, and I'm loving it. I have my passport(s), I have my tickets, I'm eligable for work, I'm eligable for health care, Lee is currently apartment hunting, and I'll have a nice amount of cash stashed away by the time I leave. I'm almost ready. Bring it! ;)

• Getting to spend time with my family.

• Getting to spend time with my little puglets.

• Feasting on scrummy food.

• Drinking lovely wine.

• Hanging out with my Mom and doing away with some of the tension over my impending move.

• My new cute little blue fuzzy slippers.

• Realizing that Christmas is in less than three weeks. After that, it's only another 4 weeks until I leave for Engerland and, much more importantly, four weeks until I'm with Lee.

• Having to deal with lingering tension regarding the impending move.

• Being conned, by their overwhelming cuteness, into letting the puggles sleep in my bed and then having them wake me up hourly and piss on the carpet in my room.

• The inevitable weight gain caused by indudging in the most amazing pecan pie I've ever tasted! Mmmmmmmmmmmm! But I'll be damned if that wasn't the most amazing dessert I've had in a long time.

• Not being able to talk to Leemr as much as usual.

• Having it end and having to go back to work. :(

  ps - Sarah and I are going to a Sex Toy Party tomorrow night after which we're going out drinking. It should prove very interesting.

   

   

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