Breaking Down, Freaking Out

Four days.

Four days until I get on a plane in Los Angeles to fly to Tokyo. Then to Beijing.

Three days until I get on a plane to fly to Phoenix for less than twelve hours so I can fly to LA earlier in the day than the flight from Nashville would get me there.

I am FREAKING OUT.

Earlier in the week I had made a list of things I needed to buy at the store before I went to China- things I needed to pack. Well, silly, unorganized me decided to lose that little piece of paper. I like to lose things a lot lately, it seems. I lost my first sash for a dress for a wedding I was in two weeks ago, and just recently lost my iPod charger (I need to find that so I can survive the marathon flights). No, I wouldn't lose my head if it weren't attached to my body- that would just be plain silly. Needless to say, I went to the store sans list this afternoon to get things I *think* I needed from my list. I called my mom to get her opinion on which size hand sanitizer I needed- the travel size bottle, or the bigger bottle with the pump. I told myself I only needed travel size, so I bought two, but my mom told me to buy the one with the pump. I just want to be able to carry it with me without having to deal with it getting everywhere or using to much. Does that make sense to anyone else besides me?

Anyway, we moved on to the sunscreen area, and I started to ask her which sunscreen to buy, when it hit me. I AM GOING TO A COUNTRY WHERE I KNOW NOTHING. I started crying in the middle of the freaking Wal Mart like a crazy person. It didn't last very long, but I don't know what happened! Anyway, I got my sunscreen, moved on to bug spray, and decided to get some fruit snacks and granola bars for the plane ride. I was in Wal Mart for TWO HOURS (that is utterly ridiculous, I know) and spent about $80 on what seemed like nothing. Little things add up I guess- all for my medicine cabinet, too.

I totally brought it on myself, though. I mean, I am the biggest procrastinator ever. I don't know if I like to call it procrastinating... more like avoiding. Like, maybe if I just avoid it, it won't happen? Not this time, though. Too much money already spent on this sucker. I think once I get there I'll be fine, it's just the prepping, and traveling alone that I am NOT a fan of whatsoever. Why did Megan have to leave already? And THEN come back a day before me? It's a conspiracy, I tell you. Either way...

Well, here I am again avoiding things... sleep. If I go to bed, that's just one day closer to something I'm not ready for yet.

AHHH, FREAKING OUT!

Tomorrow after church I'm going to be making some t-shirts. I still need a couple of ideas if anyone has any out there for USA!