Good grief, I'm going to europe! This should be something I'm packed for weeks in advance.
However, I do enjoy going to the store to get things.
I have never experienced something people refer to as "short timers" until this moment. Every day to get up and go to work is simply next to impossible. I don't want to be there, I'm anxious to get out. I can only think of the joy of not having to work for six weeks. I don't enjoy driving and relish the day when I can walk or ride a bus/taxi/tube/train/ferry to get wherever I must go. I more than willingly will give up the responsibility of moving a vehicle around.
You know what I look forward to the most? No alarm clock.