Random Musings of a Wandering Traveller

20.5 hours until my plane takes off... I keep feeling like it's not really going to happen like something is going to come along and prevent me from going... I'll be in London at 1pm Sunday afternoon.. And I keep having silly thoughts... Stuff that doesn't even really make sense... Like what if I get there and have no idea what to do? Like what if I can't figure out how to backpack? What if I'm too fat and they won't let me on the plane? Jesus weezus puddin' and pie. I'm still not really excited yet (partially because I still don't believe it's really going to happen)... Although when the plane takes off I'm sure that will change. I guess we'll find out tomorrow evening!