Since the day Billy told me our flights were booked, I've been crossing the days off of my little office calendar. In fact, my favorite thing to do every morning is to take my hot pink Sharpie and X off the preceding day. It makes my proximity to vacation more tangible. I can see my progress.
Again, with my crappy cameraphone, I've captured my progress for you. Note the excitement with which I've indicated where I'll be on the 27th, lest I forget. The teal announcement of "BELIZE!!," replete with stars of varying and bright colors, continues through May 6, at which point all of the celebration via Sharpie comes to an abrupt halt. It is on that day where I will leave my boyfriend in Belize, travel through customs and whatnot on my own, and land in Newark to greet my waiting parents. During that long and lonely week, I will be busy packing up my home and preparing to really, actually move in with Billy. A week after I land, I will drive back to Newark and pick up my well-tanned and well-traveled boyfriend.
But that all seems so far away. All except for our departure, for which, according to my calendar, I only have to suffer through three more workdays. It's getting kind of hard for me to focus on anything but that. Three days 'til we leave. Three days 'til we leave. Three days 'til we leave.
Ladies and gentlemen, the countdown is on in earnest. I have to pack my backpack in two days.