An Anxious Start

I am flying out to France this Saturday! I am both excited and terrified. Four months seems both incredibly short and unbearably long.

I'll be missing out on many important events here at home, so I can only hope that my experiences abroad will be worth it.

Right now, I am slightly panicked and thinking "It's Tuesday so soon! I'm not ready! I have a million things to do this week! Maybe I'll just stay here." Also, on an unrelated note: "How do I get this cat off of my ankle?"

But backing out is not a viable option for me, I know I would regret not taking this leap of independence and will be so very thankful for my persistence in the end.

Now I only need to motivate myself to start packing and get on that plane in a few, too short days.