I've been that way with our pending move to the coast. Our last move was pretty traumatic, to say the least, so every time I've been tempted to worry about the packing and moving process, I've just consoled myself with, "I'll think about that tomorrow . . . "
Our actual moving date was uncertain for weeks, so it was easy to avoid facing reality. But suddenly our time left here in southwest Georgia is "gone with the wind." The movers are coming today to start packing up our belongings and to squish and squeeze all of the contents of our house into a huge 3-dimensional, rectangular, jigsaw puzzle. Then, on Friday, the first day of October, a blizzard of boxes will fly off that truck, and I will be "snowed under" for days and weeks unpacking, sorting, organizing, and finding places for all of the random stuff that a family of twelve collects.
Suddenly, tomorrow is today . . . .