I shouldn't be having panic attacks over this trip, but I am.

Last night I dreamed that my flight to Rome randomly got cancelled, and left me stranded by myself. Today I panicked all day about packing, and 6 weeks away, and foreign countries and getting to see all that I could without feeling like I've missed out anything because all the what if's keep ringing in my ear, most loudly the "what if I never go back..." tone.

It's kind of an awkward and stressful time. That's really about all I can say at this point.

Oh, and that I'm pissed I'm going to be in London for the Grey's season finale. Yeah, I know, priorities.