Countdown to D-Day

Departure day, that is. It's fast approaching, as of tomorrow it's only a week before I board the plane to Never-Never Land.

To be honest, I've been stressing. Stressing real hard over it, over certain aspects I've been waiting to fall into place. Which it all has (almost). But now I find myself actually nervous. Fluttery stomach and all. And I hate it.

I hate being nervous. I'm usually so prepared and well-versed in whatever I'm doing that nerves don't even factor into the situation. But this? I've never done this before. I'm worried about silly little things like how I'm going to find the Immigration desk at Gatwick when I get off the plane, running though the never ending to-do lists in my head (closing bank accounts, deactivating and unlocking my phone, moving all the stuff I'm not taking with me to my parents house).

I also keep coming across things scattered around the house that I forgot about, then I proceed to panic about what I'm going to do with it (move it to my parents? Take it with me? Will it fit in my suitcase? Not likely!)

Tomorrow I am visiting a good friend of mine and her baby boy, and I'm soooo looking forward to the distraction. This friend is also really good at making me feel good about myself and my decisions, so maybe that will help lower my nervousness. Plus, a cute baby to snuggle? Perfect de-stresser right there!

I have a lot to do in the next 7 days. But I'm getting closer and closer to having everything wrapped up and ready for my departure every day, and I know once my feet hit the ground in London, I will be just fine. The nerves will melt away and the excitement will take over.

Just found two of my power adapters that I forgot to pack in my suitcase, THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!