a breakdown is inevitable.

driving over the mississippi.

the countdown is officially on.
and my prozac intake might need to be doubled. 
(i'm joking, mom. i wouldn't actually do that. :)

before garrett ever even got the internship in salt lake i was already making mental lists of everything that needed to get done should it happen. when we found out that we would be living in utah for 3 months i knew there would be a lot that needed to get done, but i felt like i could tackle it all on my own.

i mean, garrett and i moved to georgia FROM utah on 2 weeks notice. we moved from our apartment into our current house on like 5 days notice. so i thought i would be (at very least) used to this level of chaos if not entirely ready for it. 

but here i am. stressed nonetheless. 
the day we leave is becoming more and more tangible and the heart palpitations begin to set in if i think about it all too much.

oh geez. there they are.

the most difficult part of it all (besides scraping up the money) is that we're not actually moving this time. we're just leaving for 3 months. and somehow that makes things even more difficult and stressful for me. somehow it seems like packing up our entire life would be easier than packing up 3 months worth of our life.

my To Do list is longer than my leg and, as usual, it seems like it all can't be done or taken care of until the last minute. why does it always work out that way? or is that just me? 

also as usual, it seems like everything is sucking us financially dry.

this post is starting to get super complainy. i don't mean for it to be a complainer. i'm just stressed. and i've got lots of questions with no answers.

how do you drive across the country with a dog who is riddled with anxiety when you put her in the car for 20 minutes?

how do you know what you will or won't need in a 3 month span?

once you determine what you do need, how do you fit it all, along with the aforementioned anxiety ridden dog into a sedan?

and how do you not freak out every night as you're falling asleep knowing that you still haven't found a place to live in or a person to live in your current place? 

it would be freaking sweet if life could just be free for three months.

my heart is pounding. so i should wrap this up before i think my way into  a full fledged panic attack.

just like say a prayer or something for me, okay?

oh, and in other news: The Truth About link up on Wednesday will be The Truth About My Job. so get to thinking/writing. 

and in other, other news: my hair feels incredible right now. like i'm rubbing my face in it. maybe it's a self soothing thing? whatever. it's working. as is listening to an embarrassing amount of the Backstreet Boys. 

judge me.

love,
kate.

lyrics: i'm waking up anxious to lay back down.