Are We There Yet?

Has it been a week yet? I am waiting for the panic attacks and nausea to subside. As if I don't have enough on my mind, the San Diego fires did not help the matter. Having to evacuate on Monday night was almost like a fire drill (pardon the pun) for the actual move. Although, the silver lining in it is I got to knock out a few items I needed to take care of for my relocation while our offices were "closed". Yet, the productivity does not ease my spirit in the least bit. For every item I cross off the list, I think of two more in its place. When I examine the timeline I have, temporal claustrophobia sets in. It is as if the time space continuum is closing in on me, and I can hardly breathe. More than ever, I feel like my timing is near impossible. Move abroad in less than 6 weeks while saying good bye to friends, colleagues, and family seems more and more ridiculous. This is like Dinner Impossible or Rachel Ray's $40/Day. Will I sink or swim?