24 hours.

Tomorrow is the day. EEEEEK. I never thought it would come. Especially after the grueling past two weeks of classes. Don't get me wrong, they were informative, but when you are sitting in a classroom with no windows for 5 hours a day and the trip of a lifetime staring you in the face, you REALLY don't want to be there.

But alas, it's here. I will be at the airport in approximately 24 hours. My suitcase is packed. All I have to cram in there is my hairbrush. Hopefully that isn't a pound, because I'm right at 49 lbs. And you should see my backpack. Yikes that's going to be painful after a while.

It's all becoming incredibly surreal to me. I wish I could fast forward a week so that I could be there and settled. There are so many people I'm leaving, but only a few I'm truly going to miss. This is the furthest and longest I will be away from home. I think it's kind of time for me to get away from home. I'm such a homebody. I love my family and love being close enough to them that I can come home whatever weekend I want to. So it will be very very odd that I will not be able to sleep in my own bed for three whole months. I won't see my parents, sister, or Rob for three months. That's the longest I have ever gone without seeing any of them.

Part of me is getting nauseous thinking about it, and part of me just wants to get on with it.

This is going to be one the greatest experiences of my life. Again, can I please just fast forward one week? Thanks.