In Over My Head

Eight days until I ship myself off to Europe. I am beginning to get a little nervous. I mean, I have made a packing list, familiarized myself with the layout of Madrid, studied Spanish for a good four years, and surveyed apartment availability on the Internet. And I have never felt more unprepared in my life.

What was I thinking? In a little over a week, I am going to throw myself into a foreign culture, whose language I barely speak (even after the aforementioned four years' study), without knowing a soul in the whole city, without a place to live, without a ride from the airport, without a clue how to teach English...the list of withouts goes on and on. I wanted an adventure, and I guess I am about to get one. I feel a bit foolish now, because my idealism and I-can-do-it! attitude may very well prove to kick me in the arse. I am in way over my head.

Wow, I had no idea I was so neurotic...