Single digits...

That's right, I'm in the single digits when I talk about how many days I have left here in the States. When I walked outside tonight, and it smelled like fall on the farm (a mixture of drying corn, diesel exhaust, and dust), I thought about how much life is going to change. Boy will I miss home and all of the familiar smells, sounds, and tastes. I just heard there is a shortage of coffee & oatmeal in the area. THIS is a HUGE problem. I'm going to have to buy some of both to take with me or I'll never survive mornings there! I keep thinking of things I want to take along, but with all the extra items, I'm going to have to go find another suitcase. *sigh... We'll see what I have room for. I need to keep tackling the list of important things FIRST, then worry about the extras later. I know it will all come together, but time just seems to be speeding up every day.