I am terrified, excited, nervous, calm, ready, underprepared, overprepared - individually or all at once depending on mood.
On another note though, you should really check out this poem written by my friend Jacob. I meant to post about it weeks/months ago, but it has fallen by the wayside, like so many other things lately.
The poem is lovely, haunting; at once both painfully personal and achingly universal. And, like life, there is hope at the end.
(P.S. If you like it, leave him a comment and tell him so - he's one of those "aw shucks it's not really THAT good" kind of guys, and we need to show him that yes, actually, it is)
