Pre-Departure Panic

There are 11 days left before I leave for Philadelphia. Am I even remotely close to being ready? Of course not.

I mean, I've got lists coming out my ears: what to pack, what to buy when I'm there, things I need to do before I leave, things I need to do as soon as we get there... I've even got lists of lists I still need to make. The thing is that making lists is so much more fun than actually doing what the lists say to do.

Not that I'm making things easy for myself. This is my last day at work, and instead of using it constructively to email my academic advisers in Edinburgh and Philadelphia to finalize course choices, I'm spending it watching old Journey videos on youtube, laughing at their awful hair, and of course starting off this blog. Typical. However, I am confident that everything will work out according to plan - even if I literally have to beg my way onto the appropriate courses, somehow it'll work out. And of course noone's making it easy for me. What is it with Universities and making everything about 20 times more complicated than it needs to be?

Tomorrow I'm flying to Edinburgh until Tuesday to see friends and party it up before I fly across the Atlantic and someone suddenly tells me that all of a sudden, I'm too young to party. Who's brilliant idea was it to go to America before I turned 21, just wondering?

Hopefully, if my liver survives the weekend, I'll be back on Tuesday and then the packing frenzy will begin. Fitting a year's worth of stuff into two suitcases is not something I excel at. I'm also wondering if I should take just one suitcase worth of stuff and one empty one, so I have room for all the stuff I will inevitably purchase while I'm over there.

The journey begins tomorrow morning - first with saying goodbye and good riddance to Europe, then arrival in the new world. Columbus, eat your heart out. I'm excited, but also a little scared. I'm expecting to spend a good few weeks in culture shock before I fall into the swing of things. But I'm also expecting to enjoy every minute of it. Anyways, Nico will be there to look after me. ;) What could possibly go wrong?