fighting fatigue

Not to think, but to know that I will be gone in 5 days still feels like some kind of teenage dream. I am back to clenching my teeth together, feeling claustrophobic and more crammed than ever with all these empty big brown boxes and random items from my room surrounding me. I am leaving myself very limited space to sit on the couch and barely any leeway to actually rest. Right now, I just want to hike up to Mission Peak and lay at the very top until tomorrow morning dawns bright and luminous-you know, to lay on a picnic cloth to go star-gazing, eat tasty Costco churros, sip on hot Lipton Green Tea brought from home in the dark, and have quiet time with the rest of the world. Summer has been quite a long roller-coaster ride. I really am ready to break free once and for all, but I just need to find that motivation to keep packing.