And it hits me

Taking a break from working on my dimming room, with two pairs of squeaky new tennis shoes sitting on my bed, I had hoped to assuage the fiery temper of the headache gods. At least now I didn't feel like I would faint if I took a deep breath.
And then it hits me - I have mere moments before I leave my home, for months. Each of my days is planned out, tomorrow: running, painting, Tyler, Jennifer, packing, my last Kojosho Karate class before camp... Thursday: go running, shopping for groceries and all the stuff I haven't got yet, last big date with Ty. Friday: Go running, get a haircut, go show it to Tyler, take Tyler to pick up (AT LAST!!!) my copy of the Sims 2, finish all unfinished things, watch brother's first performance at the football game...
Saturday: Pack everything into car. Do all last minute things.
Sunday: leave at 7:00, check in at 9:00, have lunch with family after unloading everything........
and say goodbye.
I wish I knew when my roommate was moving in. It would be awkward for her to come in like five minutes after I put some of my stuff down and go "But *I* wanted that side of the room!"
*Sigh* I'm worrying too much....
Well, enough of that, I have much to do!
Luv ya all!
~Elysia