The Night Before

Well, this is it. I leave in less than 12 hours. I don't really know what to think, which kind of freaks me out. Oh well. There's nothing I can really do about it now! I'm sitting here on my bed looking at my two suitcases holding all of my worldly possessions, or at least the ones I've deemed important enough to lug across the Atlantic. I can't believe this is all I have, especially when I consider the box after box that I lugged into my Swanson room in August. Where did all my stuff go?!

Tomorrow I leave at 6:11 am, an ungodly hour if you ask me, and from there I fly to Detroit, then JFK, then Shannon. Where the next five months of my life await me. It's all kind of hazy for me. It doesn't matter that I've talked to Brittany multiple times since she's been in Dublin. It still doesn't seem real.

I know I'll have fun, but I just want to be there already!! I hate traveling. Not the flying part, but the airport part. Why can't everything just be nice and simple for people like me who easily stress out? So I'm just trying to not think about that part, and roll with the punches as they come tomorrow - when I'm half comatose from getting up so early.

But that's really all my brain can process right now. So until I have something more interesting to say, and perhaps pictures from the Green Isle,
Kim