I'm leaving.
Tomorrow.
Like, tomorrow.
Like this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.
Gone from my home.
Why am I not a nervous wreck? Hmm.
I feel like I should be a nervous wreck. But I'm not.
Also, and this is more alarming to me, why was packing extremely easy and quick? My room was tidy the whole time, very un-Rasha-esque. Usually I'm standing in the middle of a sea of clothes and other personal effects, paralysed, unable to move because of the sheer volume of items on my "to-pack" list, and not knowing where to start.
But no, nothing.
...
Should I be worried?
...
I'm going to go ahead and say no, I'm just that prepared.
