everyone keeps telling me what an amazing time i'm going to have ... how jealous they are; how much they wish they could just drop everything and take off to europe for the summer ... and i know what an amazing opportunity it is, and how unbelievably fortunate i am to be experiencing it... and i am excited, on some level; somewhere underneath all the anxiety and fear and stress.... and i know it's gonna be amazing, once i finally get there and get going.... but right now... i would give anything for a few more days to get ready; a few more days to spend with you and the cutes; more time to say goodbye to my family and to revise my packing list six hundred times... this week went by faster than i ever imagined it would, and i hate myself so much for wasting even one minute of it on stupid, petty, trivial bullshit.. will i ever learn??