Suddenly, I'm just a teensy bit over a week out from my trip and it's occurring to me that there's so much to do. I must plan outfits and buy batteries for my camera. There's itineraries to finish and emails to send to ensure I've got times to see everyone I want to see. There's copying my passport and credit cards--one to leave with Mom and Dad, one to take with me. There's a suitcase to wipe down, as it's covered in dust from being in my storage unit for four years, unused.
The excitement is palpable. And yet, it also feels unreal that it's only one week from tomorrow that I board a plane that will take me back to London.