I had my very first dream about Maine last night. It was scary!! Not actually scary but just real enough to make me realize that it's just a hope step away. I'm ready for the change and I know that I'll have a great time out there - it's just a huge, fast, intense change and I think it's only normal to be a little afraid.
I haven't started packing. I took one box out and was about to tape it together and then decided that was too much work and I stopped. Call it lack of motivation or...perhaps...procrastination? Oh well, it will get done when the time is right.
