Ok, have ticket sorted out now. Leaving on the 29th and I'm so effing nervous about it. I know I'll be fine once I get there but the uncertainty and perceived pressures are tying my stomach up in major knots. I mean, so much has changed; personally, socially and well, economics have been consistent i.e., non-exsistent. While I refuse to think about it, a new concern pops up everyday about what it's going to be like in what is essentially a foreign environment for me.
I stress too much, I know, not good for HBP or ulcers so I stop. I know how blessed I've been and that's all I need. No, it's not happy hour just yet but I'll be looking forward to it later.
