On the eve of departure

It's finally here. I can't believe it! I have been planning for this for almost 2 years. To be honest, it hasn't quite hit me yet. It probably won't hit me until I'm getting in the plane tomorrow. Or maybe it'll just never hit me at all! I find that if I keep myself from really thinking about it, like really pondering the enormity of what I'm doing, then I'm fine! Ignorance is bliss, my friends. But here I am making it sound like I'm off to dig trenches in Siberia for three years. Everybody has been telling me this, and I know, that I will have the time of my life. So really, I'm not worried. Ok, maybe a little. But it's about stupid stuff that would never really happen. It's like the in-school-with-your-underwear nightmare. What if I get there and nobody wants to be friends with me? What if I get there, and they say my Spanish is atrocious and kick me out of the program?! What if I absolutely hate Granada? These are all silly questions, of course. Or at least that's what I tell myself (*just don't think about it, just don't think about it, just don't think about it*).

Anywho, my bags are packed, checked luggage coming in at 50.8 lbs. (the limit is 50), but if they try to say something, I'll just give them my nastiest nasty eye. Or just take a sweater out and stuff it in my purse. Either one. And may I take this opportunity to say, I am quite proud of myself for packing so light. Ok, I know it's not unbelievably light, but it's pretty good for me! Anybody who knows me knows I am such a clothes horse, sooo... 3 pairs of jeans, 15 tops, 5 cardigans, and 4 pairs of shoes really isn't that bad for me. Oh, and 4 skirts, 2 shorts. Still. I am totally impressed with myself right now. Ok, so here's hoping I have a good semester!!! The next time I write on this blog, I'll be in Spain!

Wish me luck!!