Preparations Galore

Nineteen days until I leave, unless I've counted wrong, which is entirely possible, given that I'm lousy with numbers.  But if I'm right, then there's nineteen days left before I begin what may well be the greatest adventure of my life.  

I'm excited.  That's what I tell everyone when they ask.  But I'm nervous, too (They ask about that.  "There's been riots in London," they say, "does that make you nervous?"  Well, I hadn't been.  But thanks for putting that in my head.).  Nineteen days, and I find it impossible to believe that I will be ready in time.  I have a to-do list long enough to stretch from Milford to London.  

My to-do list is getting shorter, and my nerves are relaxing.  I have notebooks.  Beautiful, three-subject notebooks with pocket dividers.  I have pens and pencils.  I bought my Kindle today, and finally found out what classes I'm taking fall semester (Sexist Language, Ancient Greek Religion, and Gender and Sexuality in Ancient Greece).  I have a suitcase and rain/snow boots and a properly working computer.

But still.  Nineteen days and my visa isn't here yet.  I don't have Word on my laptop.  I have to go to the dentist and get a haircut and get new glasses and pack and...I can't possibly get everything done in nineteen days, can I?

At least I'm (mostly) done working for the summer.  School's started for the kids, so I'm down to a few hours here and there.  So I have time.  I have time to pack and run errands and go to appointments.  I can do this.  I can go to London on my own with riots and make new friends and cook my own food without accidentally poisoning myself and it's all going to be okay.  I'm going to be okay.