This morning I woke up with a pounding heart.  I think it’s finally hitting me that I’m leaving in a week.

My room is a disaster, I haven’t started packing, and I have a million and a half things (mostly toiletries) I still need to buy.  Plus, I haven’t gotten my visa yet (might have to go without one), haven’t heard from the people who are supposed to pick me up from the airport, and I can’t remember the username and password I created two years ago on the Language Institute website, so I currently can’t register for classes.  AHHHHHHH

Well, it’s okay.  I still have a week.

… And 4 hours later, I realize that my visa has been neatly pasted into my passport for the past month.  Wow.  Clearly everything is going to be just fine.