I fly a week today.  After waiting for so many months, it feels like it’s suddenly here.
As a result I’m tetchy.  I’m anxious to get there, worried about what could go wrong in the meantime, and stressed over how much I still have to do.
It reminds me a lot of when I used to travel to the US for A-F.  I’d work long into the nights trying to prep and plan everything.  But not even the biggest ToyFair has taken as much planning as this trip.  From hotels to cars to geocaches, this has been monumental in scale
I reckon I’ll need a holiday just to get over the exhaustion from all the planning over the last couple of months.