Holy Crazy Batman!

Last Wednesday night = a very intense episode of Lost. Sorry to those who don't watch the show, while I ramble a bit. I go back and forth with my feelings on Charlie. Yeah, that list of greatest hits was the kicker in the last episode. But does anyone think Desmond was lying about how Charlie is supposed to die this time around? Usually we see the "flashes" of events that lead up to and include Charlie dying. We didn't see that in the "Greatest Hits" episode. I cannot wait for the season finale. The battle is just going to be so awesome!
Anyway, the entire hour had me so worked up that I couldn't fall asleep Wednesday night. I think the last time I looked at the clock it was nearly 2:30am. Okay, some people may think, "what's the big deal?" But, with a normal bed time of 10pm (with the exception of Lost nights)... I need my 8 hours.
However, I've come to realize the REAL reason for not getting a good night's sleep. Stress. I'm leaving in TWO WEEKS!!! I haven't even started packing. What I think has been happening in the back of my head is that I don't really need to hard core pack because I can always just come back down to PA if I forget something. I'm thinking this is like college, where I just need the necessities. But it's not. I'm moving, for real. New address, new phone number, new job, new driver's license and license plate.
People keep asking me if I'm excited - of course I'm excited. But then recently I was asked if I was scared. My initial reaction was, "No, I'm just really excited . . . I never really though about being scared." Then after actually pondering a different emotion. . .
"Yup, I'm scared, thanks for pointing that out." This is a major change in my life, a good change, an awesome change. The excitement definitely overrides being scared. That's all the matters.
And that I have everything packed.