Okay, so time has gone a lot faster than I would of expected. I remember when I was counting 32 days and now it's only 5. Don't get me wrong, I'm verrry excited. Excitement and nervousness are always fun together. First time flying alone, definitely gives me the nervous feeling, but I've done this enough to at least get myself along. I'm going to miss everyone sure, very very much. But I get to spend a long time with my boyfriend and that makes me very happy. There's a good chance I'm even getting to see Rome, somewhere I've wanted to go for a very very long time. And when I come home, it's get serious time hah. I really have to decide what on earth I'm going to do. But I have time, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
