What a difference one week makes…

This time last week I was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming weekend. He Who Makes My Heart Beat Faster was swooping in to rescue me from nights filled with longing and dreaming and wanting. My normal secretive self couldn’t contain the excitement and soon enough I had my co-workers counting down the hours along with me. It got to the point where the obnoxious smile on my face and my silly happy dance was given a name.

And now my perfect weekend of bliss has passed.

It makes me sad to report that this week my mood is markedly different. Rather than elation and excitement, I’m filled with dread and stress. I have many details to attend to - boxes! storage units! mail forwarding! - and I can’t seem to put any effort into addressing them. My head and my heart are still soaring far above the clouds and it bums me out to think about putting so much distance between this perfect thing and that land way over there.

But Denmark WILL be awesome. And this time next week I’ll be headed for Sea-Tac with two huge bags, a heart that is full, and a sad bastard iPod to keep my chin quivering for the next four months.

And since I’ve been asked by a few people: yes, I will continue to blog; yes, I will post photos; yes, I will send letters/postcards/packages; yes, I want a mix CD/letter/postcard/package from you; yes, I will miss you all something fierce; yes, I will most definitely be back.