With T-minus less than a week until the trip of a lifetime, I've been experiencing a lot of anxiety. Mostly because I am in no shape to quite figure out what the hell I'm doing.

I like to set goals for myself more than I need to, but I do have one for this trip.
Try to love myself at least a little bit.

I mean, this shouldn't be so bad considering I'm pretty awesome, right? (Do you see what I just did there? I'm already starting)

But really, it'd be nice if I came back a whole being and not a psychotic guarded crazy.

And I just want to finally take an opportunity in which I can gallivant to places I've always wanted to see and not work and completely isolate myself from the American lifestyle.

So, taking every opportunity to see and do new things and to learn how to love myself in the process. It's a sort of daunting task, but I think it will be okay.