No Time to Panic

OK I don't mean to panic...but I am supposed to catch a plain to Florence on Monday afternoon and the weather man is forecasting up to three feet of snow. I am 20 pounds over my weight limit on my trunks and if I have to give or throw away one more sentimental item I think I am going to have a nervous breakdown.

I am tired and I am cranky. My muscles ache from ten thousand trips up and down the stairs to my apartment and I should be getting ready for a goodbye party instead of whining like I am but I am not in much of a party mood. I hate goodbyes...especially when they involve me going anywhere without everyone I love.

And while this is a glad occasion, I really do not want to let all these people go. Wish like hell there was some way to bridge both worlds.....keeping the dear souls of this one close by, while allowing my itchy feet to wander afield where they seem to need to go.