Biding Time

In four hours and forty minutes I will sign the lease on my new apartment. Then I get to shop for furniture. Until then, at four in the morning with jet lag, I wish I had a bigger bag of passion fruit to eat and that I had some coffee.

Biding Time

It is too soon to get rid of my stuff or start packing. I have a bunch of work to do to get my students ready for their big Six Flags trip, and all I want to do is leave.
Eleven weeks and two days to go. This countdown is killing me.

Anticipation

As of today there are twelve more weeks before I leave New York to move to Taipei. The anticipation is like a pressure pushing out from my eyeballs. Perhaps it is not the most comfortable thing, but if it wasn't there I would be more worried.
The trick is pretending like it isn't the only thing I think about. Especially when on dates or out with friends. Other people don't seem to appreciate my fixation on leaving. Strange...