Maybe.

Maybe it just hit me this morning that we're leaving our cute, beautiful, Norman Rockwell-esque San Luis Obispo in just 4 weeks. Maybe it just hit me this morning that we're getting married in less than 2 months. Maybe it just hit me that I'll really miss our little condo that we've only had for 2 years, and put (literally) so much blood, sweat and tears into renovating. Maybe it just hit me that we're leaving California in about 3 months, and we don't really know when we're coming back. Maybe it just hit me that I'll be starting grad school at Harvard in 3.5 months (how the hell did I get into Harvard?!). Maybe it just hit me that we're broke, going to be moving across the country with a cat, and don't have jobs (in the worst economic recession since the Great Depression! We have great timing).

I've been packing and cleaning all morning, my eyes are watering because of the damn allergies and dust that's everywhere, and we're selling off our furniture left and right (thank goodness for Craigslist). I am so excited because my freshman year room, Jenn Wells, just told me that she's coming all the way from NYC, and that some of my Australian family is coming all the way to the wedding. I am so excited to (finally) marry Jacob, have a great party with all of our friends and family, and go on a great honeymoon. I am so excited because I just ordered a bunch of super cute honeymoon beach coverups and dresses (hey, it's the little things that count, right?). I am so excited to start my grad program and finally be working in the field that I'm interested it. I am so excited to get to live in Santa Barbara for the summer, close to our families and friends.

However, as exciting as that all sounds... maybe I'm a little bit sad too.