Is this real life?

It's happening.

Today is the day.

My stomach sort of hurts just thinking about it.

Actually, that's downplaying it. I had to force myself to eat lunch, I was so nervous. No, not nervous about terrorism or anything related to flying, I'm terrified of the second I get off that plane in Paris and have to navigate my way around in a language that I'm not completely comfortable with yet.

Sure, I've taken French for a long time. But if I was an expert, I wouldn't have spent 20 minutes this morning copying phrases into my notebook related to airplane and train travel to ensure that I get my luggage, buy a TGV ticket to Reims and a cab ride to my dorm.

I know it'll all be fine. It's incredibly exciting as well, it's just that initial shock finally starting to hit me that's so distracting. I don't think it'll completely hit me until I'm on the plane, to be honest. I'm going to be that girl sitting there clenching not because she's afraid of flying but because she just can't handle the anticipation.

This is good, it's all good. This is the change that I need. Something new, a fresh start. A little reality check, if you will (even though classes typically DO count towards my GPA, so the academic aspect of this semester won't quite be a reflection of reality).

Wow. I don't know what else to say.

Wish me luck.

Let's do this.