19 days, 1 hour, 31 minutes, and 9 seconds.

So, I am leaving in 19 days, 1 hour, 31 minutes and 9 seconds.. I found a count down clock on Google, and every day I go check to see how long I have, despite knowing the answer. I have been staring at this clock for the last couple of hours, watching the minutes and seconds tick by, waiting until day 18 arrives with anticipation.

There is a pounding in my chest, and the air is tight with anxiety. Yes, I am getting nervous. While the peace that I have been experiencing for the last few months is still there, it is now accompanied with a constant, minor, feeling of panic.

I wonder where this idea came from, and if I am crazy to travel across the world to a different continent, where I know absolutely no one, and barely anything of the lifestyle and culture.  Maybe I am crazy, but that my normal anyways.

I just cant believe that its almost here! The last few months have been nothing but preparation.

Vaccines? Check.
Travel Visa? Check.
Flights Booked? Check.
Accomidations once in country? Check.
Figuring out how to eat with multiple allergies while being in the airport for over 24 hours? ....

Of course, these aren't the only things that I have done in the last few months to prepare. I am now at a loss of what to do next, as I have never done this before and am not sure what I will require. I have a shopping list of things to do, and no time to accomplish it it seems.

Anyways, I have lost my train of thought now, (Isn't that just like me?) and as a result am going to conclude this post...

19 days, 1 hour, 18 minutes and 37 seconds.