This morning I finally told my boss(es) that I would be leaving.  Unexpectedly, the process involved me crying a lot.  I guess I had built the conversation up in my head, letting it become the object of most of my fear about the trip.  I’m sure that I will find another object of fear, but at the moment I feel a great deal more excited and bouyant about the whole affair than I have for quite some time.

Later, my friend Evan and I went to lunch and he told me he thought I was acting much happier, so I guess I’m not the only one who thinks that I was freaking out about this a bit overmuch. 

In other news, last night I found my scrubbing rag and set to cleaning my kitchen with a vengeance.  I am only halfway done with the project, but it is in my opinion an auspicious beginning to a week of cleanliness.  Pictures of my suddenly clean house soon!