My life is boring when I don't think about the future...

I'm in complete denial about the fact that my world is about to change. In the matter of two months I will be: leaving my current job (I've been with the same company for almost four years, since my college graduation), leaving the city I've grown up in (minus the college years and when my parents were living in London), moving to a place where I know no one save my aunt and uncle, and beginning a new phase of life as a student. I'm so excited, but at the same time, I feel like I'm denying the fact that all of this stuff is even happening. I think things will start to sink in quickly when I finish work in two weeks and one day and even more when I move from my apartment to my parents' house (we haven't lived together since I was in high school - this should be interesting). Fortunately I still have a little under two months to spend with my friends and say my goodbyes and check off things on my "Things to Do Before I Leave Boston" list. In my mind, I think I'm under the impression I still have about six months, but here's to continuing the delusion.
Went back to running on Tuesday - 4.35 miles, 4.25 yesterday, 3.75 today. Felt fine during all three.
I think I'm going to hit up the new ICA (one of the things on my list) tomorrow after work and maybe try to make it to the Franklin Park Zoo and Arnold Arboretum for picture taking bliss this weekend.