Tomorrow is my last day of work.
Friday is my concert.
And on Sunday night, I’m leaving Alaska.
There is not a word that describes what I’m feeling right now. It literally does not exist; it would have to have 20 emotions in its definition.
Oh wait, maybe there is a word, and it’s “confused.” Because clearly I’m having an issue feeling singularly.
But the overarching sense I have? ANTICIPATION.