It's weird thinking that, including this upcoming weekend, there are only six more weekends to go before I leave. I've realized that rather than thinking about time left in terms of days - yes, even with that handy dandy countdown gadget - I've been thinking about time left in terms of what I'll be doing and who I'll be seeing between now and then.
For instance: I have an engagement party and a bridal shower to attend; I'm visiting friends in both NJ and upstate NY; I'm going to King's Dominion with my sister; a few days later I'll be babysitting her kids while she plays soccer. There's only two Thirsty Third Thursdays left, including the one this week (ladies - what's the plan?). I'm having a foodie movie marathon with DSH wherein we plan to watch Babette's Feast, Like Water for Chocolate, Eat Drink Man Woman, Tampopo, and Chocolat back to back (and hopefully stuffing our faces throughout since we're sure to be hungry as we watch!). A few weeks after that I'm having lunch with DSH's mom and I haven't seen her in ages. There's a holiday, Labor Day, and my last day of work will be September 25th. Oh! And I'm also going to a local CouchSurfers event. It'll be my first one, so that should be fun.
All of those events mean that I have ONE unaccounted for weekend. But that will probably be the weekend that I spend surrounded by boxes as I pack up my apartment and put things in storage. Plus, there's still all those little (and some not so little) items related to my trip that I have to take of, too.
Something tells me it's gonna be a busy 43 days.