Less than five, more than three

So I've got four days until my 4pm flight on Thursday. I'm packed... if packed means four pairs of jeans, two tanks, and two tops. Packing scares me. I think it makes things more real, with each article of clothing out of my dresser and into one of two suitcases.

I'm constantly in limbo between total excitement and total nausea-inducing anxiety. I have no idea what to expect, who I'll meet, what I'll do, where I'll go, what I'll eat (clearly the foodie in me). And yet. I have no choice at this point. I am getting on that flight a little after 4pm and will be in Prague the following day at 6:15 AM.

I have no idea what to bring with me. Of course clothes. Of course other essentials like my laptop, a small notebook with Prague Tips! already scribbled in, an iPod here, a camera there. But I want to bring everything. Just in case. Like the shampoos I love, even though I was told not to bring toiletries. And toilet paper because what if the Czech kind isn't soft enough?!

I'm ready, but I'm not. Definitely not in the physical sense, as evidenced by my empty suitcase(s). Mentally, I'm getting there. Talking to others has definitely set my mind at ease. Plus two of my best friends are abroad and seem to be still intact. So I should be fine.

I know everything will work out. I've been strongly advised against planning anything out and just letting things happen as they will. I shall do my best.

And will document along the way. Stay tuned.

S.