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Every time I think about the fact that I am leaving for London in circa seven days, my stomach flip flops. Seven days. Seven days until I live in a foreign country for a month. I don't even know what that means. That's like asking me what a trillion dollars looks like. I don't know! Egad I'm panicked. But excited. But anxious. But terrified. But gleeful. I don't know what I am, besides crazy.