Je vais en Paris

So the countdown is in effect and it's far less time than I actually need to get everything done and it's starting to make me nervous. What I don't understand is how one can live in a place and have everything they need but the minute it's time to move you need a million things you don't have. It's ridiculous the amount of crap I've had to buy, from converters to cheap kitchen crap so I can cook in the apt., to a SUITCASE! Yep, I didn't own a suitcase until yesterday. I'm not really sure how that's possible but it is. So now i'm staring at these piles of crap I think I'm actually going to move to Paris and I'm realizing it's never going to happen. Which is probably for the better, do I really want to drag all my shit from one of Paris to another? Because CDG airport is really on the opposite end of the city. And while I know this is going to be an amazing experience, I'm not really excited yet. Part of me doesn't believe it and other part of me is just freaked out. I'm sure it'll change once I'm there, but in the mean time I'm panicking just a little because that's what I do. So while I'm posting this here's an address to which you can all send me letters and skittles :o)

Mychela Burke
Résidence René DUBOS
10-12, rue Yitzhak-Rabin
94270 Le Kremlin-Bicetre
France

I will have a phone number, hopefully by monday afternoon I'll have a cell phone, but at the very least when I move into my apartment next Friday I'll have a ground line there. Okay, I need to chill out. Perhaps by the pool. I love you girls!