Seven days without any sleep...

Only seven days remain until I make the leap for good.

And, I think those seven days might be more difficult than I'd expected. I've stopped sleeping!

When I was six, my family went to the Bahamas on a plane and my sister and I had to wake up in the middle of the night. I think we were catching the plane at around 2 or 4 a.m. Waking up super early was exciting, but the few hours before that were sort of like trying to sleep before Christmas. Too much excitement, too little sleep.

That was for a week-long trip.

Now that I'm looking at a year in France, apparently I need a week of non-sleep to work up to it. Ridiculous.

Must figure out how to give my swirling brain a break.