I am incredibly nervous. The odd thing is that the sadness has not sunk in at all yet. Watching television late at night with mom cross-stitching in her chair and Jenny sleeping at my feet - it still hasn’t hit me yet that in a little over a week I’ll be missing this for months. I have a feeling this will all come in the drive to the airport. And the said part is Charlottetown’s airport is absolutely tiny so it’s not as if I’ll be able to hide my crying in a huge crowd of people. Too many thoughts to sort out in this coming week. I bought my train ticket to Arras last night so once I get to the airport in Paris I really do have to begin the next four months.