Stress Level: 10

I leave in just a few more days; nine to be exact. It feels surreal that time has gone by so quickly for me in the past few weeks. I feel as if it was only last week I made this tumblr for my 1.5 month mark. I have nearly everything settled surprisingly, but I somehow still find things to freak out about. I spend far too much time every night thinking about my trip and how I might forget something. I should have my sister write down everything I pack and check my list for me as I pack. I also spend a lot of nights having a conversation in Swedish in my head for practice, y’know?

I’m still waiting on my new credit card to arrive in the mail, but that’s no biggie because my sister can bring it over for me when she arrives two weeks after me. I also haven’t converted any of my cash to kronor yet. I attempted to do this at the bank but they apparently don’t do this. So if I have to, I can do it at SeaTac airport or just withdraw some at an atm when I arrive (my bank doesn’t charge for withdrawals from other bank atms).

It feels weird that I’ll be saying goodbye to my friends and boyfriend. I mean, I’ve done the goodbye-for-a-year thing when I went to Denmark when I was 16, but it feels much more different this time. I think I’m closer to my university friends than my high school friends. Plus, I’ll only have a year left with them once I return (not all seeing as how me, Jordan, and Jaime are taking 5 years to graduate) and then everyone will move out and go to their new cities. I’m going to be one crying mess when I have my going-away party with my friends this Saturday. Forgive me in advance.

I’m worried I won’t have enough money because Sweden is one of the most expensive places to live in the world. My parents are giving me a certain amount per month because my schooling and apartment will be covered by scholarships, but I still fear I’ll only be able to eat pasta and sauce every single day. I don’t want that. I want to eat well, have money to travel, and overall enjoy myself! I suppose it’s what I get for not having a job this past summer, but that was a little beyond my control.

This post is all over the place but my mind is going one million miles per hour, so it fits. I’ll probably counterbalance this one with a more positive post in a little bit.