The closer it gets to the trip the more terrified I’m getting. It’s really starting to sink in that I start on the road in a week and a half and get on the plane in a little less than two weeks. I’ve been waiting anxiously for this to come but now my nervousness is causing me to be a slight basket case.
I am an over thinker, ask anyone who knows me. I over think everything, including what I did today or the long term consequences of taking on a new hobby. Naturally I’m over thinking this trip. Everything from what my boyfriend’s parents will be like to the appropriateness of the clothes I’ve picked. I wonder if I’ll be able to get through security okay and if there might be something wrong that I don’t know about. I’m driving myself nuts waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I knew that I would do this, right from the moment I set out to go on the trip. I quit my job with enough time to accomplish everything I wanted before I left for Europe, but it also gives me time to be a giant crazy person. I want to sit and finish the pile of comics I never got around to and to do some painting but all I can focus on is the trip. What’s left to do, what have I forgotten!? Lots! But don’t ask me what it is, I have no sweet clue.
Thank the gods that I today is busy. It makes me feel better to be busy, even though being busy is going to mean standing in the pouring rain for hours today..