...I have no words...

Guh.

In twenty-four hours, I will be somewhere about the Atlantic Ocean.

My suitcase is packed. My backpack is packed. I've been working to get the ag department's laptop in shape (I have NEVER seen a computer so badly in need of defragmenting. It's quite possible nobody's done it in the seven years they've owned it).

My clothes for tomorrow are laid out. The old CD case that's being turned into my daypack is packed (almost forgot my American money, but I remembered eventually). I'm ready to go to England.

It doesn't feel real. England is this mythical place you see on TV and in the movies. It's this spot on the map halfway around the world that you know you've got ancestors from but you've never paid any attention to.

It's just really weird. The first twenty years of my life have been limited to one country, and I've seen, maybe a third of it. And while I do know my geography (hello, won the geography bee!) knowing something in theory and knowing something in practice is different.

THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!!!!!

I was really scared earlier tonight though. I was feeling kind of nauseous. I still have a headache. But I told Donn the other night that I would have to be on the point of death not to go, and while I think he thinks I was exaggerating...I really wasn't. I just was scared I'd have the stomach flu while having to deal with airports and flights and stuff.

But, aside from the slight headache, all better now. Let's hope it stays that way.