The old me returns

Am going crazy with moving.

• Rented place: check.
• Sold car: check.
• Bought ticket: check.

But there's so much more to do! And only two days left. So the old me, the frantic me, has returned. The one who coasts through stop signs and drives too fast and gets annoyed at the slowpokes in my way. The old me does not care that maybe they are from Wyoming and are not used to highway driving. The old me thinks they should get out of my way. The old me needs to take a deep breath. And release.