35 days...

I have exactly 35 days until I board a plane that will take me to France. I am counting down the days thinking there is too much to do before I leave. My busy schedule is doing a good job of keeping my mind off of everything though, (even the important things that need to get done.) I don't know what to say or do to fully prepare myself for this experience, but I do know that I will never forget this constant feeling of overwhelming uncertainty of what my actual feelings are. It is a weird sensation to not be able to exactly say how you are feeling becuase there are too many overpowering emotions and such disbelief that all of this is actually going to happen