Maybe that wasn't the best choise of pre-travel movies. Add the adrenaline rush from a really jumpy, gross movie to the heightened reality of getting ready to fly to the other side of the globe, and you get a girl whose heart is skipping around nervously and from whom tears may pour at any moment. I'm careening from skittish to weepy to sentimental to excited and back to nervous very quickly. And tomorrow is my REAL last day.
So one more post before my travel journal celebrates its official bottle-breaking. See you tomorrow, america.