I am starting to get things together, or at least making lists in my head of things that need to be done in order to stay in the realm of the procrastinator, a role that I generally assume since I have been capable of working under pressure well. Yet, everything is different this time. I still don't feel like I am actually leaving...

My friends and family seem more excited than I am, but don't get me wrong I am thrilled. There are many places that I look forward to seeing and the new people I will meet will bring many valuable memories. Still, it still seems like a dream, a request that is still waiting for an answer. 

I know that it will all hit me when I am on the plane and my nerves start to get the best of me. I will be telling myself to get some sleep so jet lag doesn't get the best of me, all the while trying not to throw up on the complete stranger sitting next to me as I realize I have no clue what I am doing (I would never actually get sick on someone, I hope). And still, everything will work out, in some way or another. I will eventually make it to Italy, even if I completely screw up my lay over and wind up staying in London for a week rather than a few hours, and the experience will be worth more than words can describe. 

Until then, I will keep my fingers crossed and my food down and try not to worry about  messing up, because it is bound to happen!