In 10 days, I need to be packed and out of my apartment.

10 days.

That’s not a lot of time to pack and ship stuff home and also pack for India.  

But yet I can’t seem to drag myself out of bed.  I’m constantly tired.  I’m constantly irritable. I’m constantly distracted.

It just dawned on me tonight.  I’m depressed.

The apprehension and denial about leaving Korea is taking its toll.  My conscience is thinking that if I don’t pack, that means it’s not happening.  If I don’t think about it, then it won’t make me sad.  

Somehow, in the next 10 days, I need to pack up the past 2 years of my life… and not just the clothes and makeup.  I need to pack up my mind, get my affairs sorted, and accept it all.  

Or maybe I’ll just be in denial until I step on that plane.  Or until I land in India.  Or until I arrive back to the USA and realize I’m not going back to Korea.  

It’s going to be a long 10 days.