Twas the Night Before…
Portland, United States
It's late into the night on the eve before I leave the U.S. and I'm not sure if I should stay up finishing preparations or enjoy one last solid night of sleep at home.
The past seven days in Portland have just flown by. Earlier in week I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with the amount of prep work and events that needed my attention over such a short period of time. The daily task/event checklist that I compiled helped keep me from forgetting details, but was definitely daunting to look at. My desire to sidestep the Arizona sales tax and purchase the bulk of my supplies in Oregon (tax free) ultimately saved me money, but unnecessarily strained me for time.
In many ways, it doesn't feel like I'm leaving for a prolonged period of time. I wonder if it has something to do with how focused I've been the past few weeks with taking care of the tasks immediately in front of me, forgetting to look up and see the big picture. Sure, most everything I've done recently screams "you're shutting down your domestic life," but it doesn't feel anything like it. Shouldn't there be more tension/anticipation? A few butterflies in the stomach?
I suppose there's probably time for that later—but for now, I've decided it's time for sleep.