Tennessee and Basket Weaving

I think we're finally all packed up!  For some reason, when I get nervous about something I procrastinate.  The closer and closer we get to finally moving overseas the more freaked out I get.  We're not moving overseas this weekend, but this is the weekend where we become official employees!  I keep saying weekend, but really it's Wednesday, more like mid-week rather than weekend.  But, we leave tomorrow, have one meeting tomorrow night and continue with meetings pretty much non-stop until our big service Wednesday night.  This half week full of meetings is not really making me that nervous, it's the idea of being one gigantic step closer to actually moving overseas.  I know I've looked forward to this my whole life, but it's still kinda scary.

I was talking to Andrew the other day about how I love to travel and go to new places, but I really do get scared right before.  The packing process is the worst.  Even in high school when I would go to summer camp for just a week.  While I was packing, I would have to get my mom to come to my room and just sit on the bed and watch me pack.  I called it giving me "morals" aka moral support.  Always, on the night before a trip, even just a small one, I lay in bed and think that this was a bad idea and we should just stay home.  I can't even imagine how I'm going to be the night before we head off for Africa!  I told Andrew that I'm probably going to be a basket-case.  So, since our conversation a few days ago, whenever I start to get a little anxious, I tell Andrew and I'm weaving...basket weaving.