T.C.B.

So today I have been very productive.
I woke up at about 10:30 this morning in panic mode. For some reason I looked around my room and started to freak out about all the things that I need to do before I move. I feel like I should start making lists, and if you've been reading this for a while you know I'm a big fan of lists. There were a couple of things that stuck out in my mind as being really important and things I could do today so I can scratch them off the list that I don't have.
I went to both of my banks today. Closed one of my accounts, took the money and put it in the other account at the other bank. Then talked to my "Personal banker" about some of my questions regarding my whole keeping an American bank account and living in Mexico situation. He was pretty helpful. I still feel a little lost though, I really wish I could magically move, find all the answers and send myself an e-mail backwards in time to give myself all the knowledge I need right now. But since time travel has yet to really be a solid form of mail transportation I'll just have to stick with my gut and hope I'm doing things right.
I talked to T-Mobile the other week about my phone and what I need to do with that. Turns out all you have to do to get the code to unlock your phone is ask for it! Who knew!? I was under the impression that unlocking your phone to be used on another cell network was like... illegal or something. Shows how much I know about technology. I also found out that I am out of my contract with T-Mobile and all I have to do is tell them when to disconnect my phone. It's kind of a sad thing, end of an era if you will. I have had the same phone number for like 10 years, and I've had a T-Mobile account for just as long. It's odd to think that if an old friend suddenly decided to call me they would get someone else instead. It's also odd to think about learning a whole new phone number, having to start over with a new company.
It's funny that I keep reading things about getting homesick, how to avoid it, what to expect, the knowledge that it's totally normal... but I hadn't thought about the fact that maybe I would get the homesickness before I even leave. It's funny too because I'm getting homesick for stupid things, like my television, my cell phone number, Target... things that should be so easily replaced or are so stupid and materialistic. I'm sure it will all pass, or it will get more intense after a little time without all of those things.
Maybe it's not even homesickness, maybe it's just a deeper attachment to some things in my life that I never realized I had. The worst will be leaving my cat...