And then I think to myself, “I’m having the adventure of a lifetime. Shut up and start livin’ it.”

I leave for London in a week and I’m hell nervous and anxious and panicking.

I’m worried about what I’ll come home to after five months abroad, I’m worried that my greatest and closest friends in Canada won’t be as I remember them, I’m worried I’ll lose my luggage, phone, passport, flight details, and I’m so worried that I’ll run out of money and have to fly home early.

Gah. Stress.