When I was a kid my grandmother used to say to me, "Don't wish your life away." At times that was difficult advice to heed, especially when I was filled with excitement for a field trip, the holidays, or some other special occasion, and all I hoped for was the speedy passage of time. As an adult, I've learned to be a bit more patient, but this wait has been particularly difficult.
I'm excited and anxious about so many aspects of this trip: I can't wait to see Daniel again (it's been five months!); I'm looking forward to my parents meeting Daniel and his family; I'm excited about all of the fun activities we will do together; I'm looking forward to my birthday; and I'm a little worried about my cats and how they will fare during the long journey.
There are still preparations left to be done, but the aggravating part is that most have to be done in the last week or so (e.g., taking the cats to the vet [again], packing my bags). So I guess for now I'm resigned to waiting - and I'll try to mind grandmom's advice.