North Carolina Bound
Kzi and I head to North Carolina tonight to celebrate my Grandmother’s 90th birthday. We won’t be staying at my mom or dad’s place, however, but rather a hotel so that the entire family can ostensibly be together since we all won’t fit in one house, but really I suspect so we can all drink and not worry about driving. I’m so full of grahm-cracker that I can’t think straight.
I am on and off again having anxiety attacks about moving to Japan, or more accurately anxiety attacks about taking care of everything here before we move to Japan. Logistics just aren’t my thing. The result is panicking about really small things (do I have enough socks? what kind of etiquette is required in a Japanese locker room (kzi and I have been going to the gym(!) in the mornings for cardio workouts and weight training)?) which inevitably drives kzi up the wall as I work myself into a hurricane-style panic state.
The last several days at the gym have ominously produced plane-crash related news every morning. Were I not flying this evening I wouldn’t have noticed it (as much, that is… it’s hard *not* to notice a plane that is crashed into a building on CNN news), but because I am I feel as if each piece of news is a ’sign’ telling me not to fly. Usually the xanax will counterbalance my instinct to flee, though I have been known to get off a plane 10 minutes prior to takeoff. Boy howdy wouldn’t my family be pleased.
As soon as we depart for the airport I get to play Super Mario 64 for the Nintendo DS I forgot to mention I obtained in December. I’m relying on my husband, the DS, and xanax to get me to North Carolina.