Today, all the little things that were stressing me out are no longer worth the stress. A quick phone call to my doctor resolved the medical issues, and so those are no longer issues. And about 5 minutes ago, my wonderful, lovely, kickass Pops hooked it up and paid for the program. There's no turning back now!
No, literally... there's no turning back. No refunds after this point. Even if something dire came up and attempted to stop me from going, I think my guilt and my parents would force me onto the program regardless, due to the sheer amount of money we've poured into it. So, now that the logistical issues are no longer pressing down on my shoulders, the realization of the trip sets in.
When checking what seat I'll have on my flight, Virgin Atlantic thought I would appreciate a lovely countdown... 23 days and 22 hours until my flight leaves. I have so much to do. So much to get. I need memory cards for my camera (somehow I just don't think 9 GB of memory is going to be enough). I still need to get shoes. I need to earn money so I can actually travel. I need to figure things out with the new love interest. I need to start packing. Do I need a new suitcase? Can I afford those boots, or should I wait until Europe to go crazy on shoe shopping? Will people be upset if I come home with a suitcase full of shoes, and not of presents? I've never been away from home for more than 2 months, what the hell am I thinking going 9,000 miles away from home for 4 damn months?!
The realization is intimidating.
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