Counting the hours

Only ten days, four final exams, one final project, packing and fourteen and a half hours of travel before I am in Europe!!!!

I need to CHILL the F*** Out

So it is 5:37 in the morning. I have not slept and I still have two papers, and an exam tomorrow. I have done very little on all of them. Usually, I would be freaking out and running around like a crazy person in deathly fear of ruining my awesome GPA. Today, not so much. All I want to do is read more blogs of women traveling solo in Europe. This is not good.

I have this very clear memory of sitting on my bed as a pre teenager after a fight with my mom, writing in my journal that I was going to go to Europe within ten years no matter what. I actually wrote an oath and signed it swearing that I would make it to London someday. I even tried to sign it in blood but I chickened out after I sterilized the needle. The thing that I remember most from this is that I didn't actually think I would ever be able to do it. None of my friends had ever left the United States, and neither had their parents. It was this huge dream that seemed so impossible. A lot of people grow up thinking that anything is possible but I think I was just too pessimistic for that. For the most part, no one thought I would ever go to College, myself included. And suddenly, not only am I going to a University (when most people told me it was a dream to go to a community college) but I have been to Costa Rica AND I am going to Europe in 38 days!!!!

How did my life get so freakin cool???