4 and a half till I leave. The days are long, time is standing still. There is not enough hours in a day to get everything done, life is full if stress. I can’t wait to hop on that plane and leave it all behind. I will miss my family and my friends, but I will miss my girl the most.
My excitement grows with each day, hour, and minute. My bags are packed, my camera is charged. There is nothing left to do but wait. It’s killing me.