Travel + Depression =

I'm flying back to Canada tomorrow morning. This means one taxi to the airport (2.5 hours), hanging out in the airport for 3 hours, 7 hours on a plane, and 3 hours from the airport to my house (probably more since by the time I land it will be rush hour). The trip is exhausting at the best of times. I barely managed to get my things packed because my depression kicked in and I've been too exhausted to do much at all. Emotionally I'm fine -- weirdly fine, actually, and I'm waiting for the ball to drop and to just burst into tears out of nowhere -- but I'm drained, and everything I do, I do very, very slowly.

Hauling myself through the airports tomorrow should be fun... I'm excited to get home and see my family and friends, but to be honest I am so tired that I'm dreading the whole experience of actually getting there.

Sorry to whine like this. I just really needed to get that out of my system. Tomorrow I'm going to focus on taking everything one step at a time and not letting myself get too overwhelmed. At least I've made the trip enough times that I can pretty much operate on autopilot while I navigate the airports.