The Final Days

It's 7 a.m. and sleep eludes me. I wake up in the middle of the night anxious about something. Funny thing is that I don't know what I am anxious about. Then it hits me: I am leaving the country. It seems surreal. I am living my life normally; working, hanging out with friends, cleaning the house, etc. and every once in awhile BAM! it hits me. What an odd feeling to have day after day.
I make lists, cross items off, make new lists, and wonder what still needs to be done.
I am in the final stages of this life as I know it. Now it all about tying up loose ends and saying goodbye. I told someone yesterday at work that it's what terminally ill patients must go through to some extent when they know they don't have long to live. Making lists of things that still need to be done, getting financial affairs in order, and spending as much time with the ones they love, all while trying to live as "normal" a life as possible.