Waiting...again.

I'm torn between the anxiety about wanting to receive my official invitation and the contentment of enjoying life as it is, knowing in a few months it could all change.  Usually when someone's nominated for PC service they are given a country and tentative departure date.  I was given one date and three countries.  Don't get me wrong, I'm excited at all three possibilities...but it's hard to think about each of them individually and not start to get my heart set on any particular choice. I still haven't told a great number of people about my potential departure.  I'm tired of anwering the questions of 'where are you going? when do you leave?', with just a simple I don't know. I have no idea.  Because in all the PC related blogs and internet sites I've read, they tell you anything can and will change right up until the day you leave.  So basically, I could be going somewhere completely different than where I was nominated to go, in a completely different month.  I daydream about leaving; where I'll go, what I'll be doing, how hard the transition might be. I can't count the number of times I've envisioned the day I leave in my head, saying goodbye to all things familiar. I'm anxious to leave but also have so many things I want to do before I go. I'm in transitional agony.