When tomorrow comes...

Yeah, so tomorrow is the day.  And, like Kiana, I am pretty nervous.  I never get nervous.  I don't get it.  But I am.  I KNOW I want to go, but part of me doesn't feel it.  I think people have just been really nice to me lately so I feel a little more attached, but I do want to go.  I have wanted to leave for weeks now.  I do believe it is just the actual act of saying good bye that I hate.  Yeah, I really just can't say good bye.  Tomorrow may be one of the hardest days of my life.  Once I am on the plane and in Manila and all that fun stuff, I should be okay, but that first few hours, they're going to be tough.  So yeah, to the mountains.  I know I will love it.  I'll just leave it at that.