Stressed

Hello Everyone:

I am so stressed out from trip preparations. It's not just all the things I have to do specifically for this trip but it's also the life stuff I have to. Re-arrange my calendar, send my resume to the City Planning Department, apply for a job, post a blog, and so on. It's enough to make me want scream. Mom borrowed this enormous rolling suitcase from my sister and is pushing me to use it. It's definitely roomy and I could easily fit the minion in it, if he kneels.  My concern is that it'll just be dead weight and I'll have to pay for the extra weight. No thank you. It's there if I need it and I'm hoping I don't need it. In the meantime, spending a few hours posting a piece on the candidates's urban vision was just the antidote I needed to the stress. I just sat for a few hours and waxed on how each candidate and their respective party really don't have a vision for urban life.  Well, they do but not anything really clear or beneficial. Blogging is one of the few things in my life that gives me a sense of satistifaction. No one bothers, nor am I beholden to anyone. I write whatever I want without interruption. Mom just came barreling in to find out if I wanted her help packing my bag. Next, she'll insist that I have one of the airline ground crew escort me to the gate and walk me onto the plane. The woman is driving me insane. It won't end when I take off. She'll continue to pester me while I'm there. I think she wants to make sure I don't have a good time. I have to get out of here for good.