Things that go bump in the night

Last night I had my first Australia-related nightmare. I was up at Houghton, in class with my friends and we were discussing a book or something. I made some really intelligent comment (hmph) right before class was ending. Then, as everyone was getting up to leave, I looked over and saw Thryn sitting in class with me. I was like, "Hey, we're supposed to be going to Australia." And she said, "Yeah, I'm all ready to go, aren't you?" because apparently we had both just come on a visit before we were heading out. But I was like, "Uhhh..." because I'd apparently forgotten all about going out to Australia at all. And I rushed off to call my mom and they told me that I could use the phone in the upstairs of the Luckey Building. And I ran up there and was trying to call her, but I couldn't get ahold of her and so I was stuck, needing to be heading off for the airport without a stitch of luggage. Okay, not exactly the kind where you wake up in a cold sweat, but it is a little nerve-wracking to be so close to the point of leaving and to not be sure that I packed the right clothes or what I might be forgetting and all of that. I'll be grateful just to get on the plane. You know, I think what I've been so afraid of all this time is not actually the semester itself, but just all the logistics of getting there and getting settled in. I just can't wait for this to be over. You know, I've already started thinking ahead to when the program will end. It's like, you have this experience ahead of you and you look forward to it for so long and then you're in it and before you know it, it's over and you're looking back wondering where the time went, feeling like you don't know where your life is going. I hate that part too. It just seems like every experience is too short. At any rate, I think I should try to quit now, to leave a good buffer zone of time in which I try not to think about Oz before I try to go to bed.