a million miles an hour

I have wrapped on the movie I was working on and I'm having a little trouble letting go of it all. 

For two years my life in London revolved around the ups and downs of the show. Now it's packed up and left for Toronto, like a circus packing up the big top and moving on to the next town.  

I am so happy I'm heading to Paris to live with D until April, but it's weird going from moving a million miles an hour to a full-stop in a single day.

I'm a bit dazed and out of it.  Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome?