It's getting there, but it still hasn't hit yet.
I was excited about this for months last year.
Now, it's the day before and my mind is still going over logistics and how to plan my homework around this weekend, stopping for gas, etc.
I've just been so busy. I couldn't even let myself think about this weekend else it would have distracted me completely.
It'll hit. The excitement will slap me in the face at 3am as we're driving through Houston.
I just woke up from a nap. We're hitting the road at 10 and driving straight through.
I know it's going to be so great- getting to see Maria and Bradley and possibly seeing Jacob again. I know that dancing till my hearts content is going to be amazing. I know that the food and drink is going to be amazing. I know that this whole weekend will be amazing.
It just hasn't really hit yet.