It's starting
So, I'm leaving for Rome a week from today, and I've officially started to freak the fuck out.
I'm a huge worrier...so I'm almost surprised that I'm not freaking out about more things, but let me tell you, the list of concerns is one loooong fucking list.
I mean...you've got your initial travel worries
1)Missing my 1 hour connection in London
2)Losing my luggage
3)Getting delayed to the point where I can't pick up my keys and have to find my own accommodations in Rome the second I get there knowing absolutely zero Italian.
Then naturally I move on to my actual abroad anxieties
1)Not having any people on my program that I like and consequently having no friends
2)Getting my wallet/passport stolen
3)Having horrible roommates
4)Being forced to do things I hate just to be social... (i.e. discotecques)
5)Feeling anti-american sentiment based on the fact that I may at times be traveling in huge, loud, american college student packs
6)Not learning enough Italian to get around and consequently being treated like crap
7)Running out of money
I'm so fucking neurotic, that my anxiety even moves on to post-program worries
1)Worry about not getting the credit toward my major and having to take a 5th year
2)Being depressed about being back in america and hating my life
3)Having to spend fall semester of my senior year not being 21 while virtually everyone else in the world will be
4)Not having a working car when I come back considering my car is a huge piece of crap and my parents refuse to buy me a different one even though they are pouring so much goddamn money into my particular piece.
Soooo,yeah, as you can tell...I am freaking the fuck out. I can't see past my anxiety toward excitement right now. I have tunnel vision with my anxiety. The fact that studying abroad is going to be amazing only enters into this little situation once it starts being amazing, and in order for that to happen, I have to get there, make friends, and learn Italian.
I'm a huge worrier...so I'm almost surprised that I'm not freaking out about more things, but let me tell you, the list of concerns is one loooong fucking list.
I mean...you've got your initial travel worries
1)Missing my 1 hour connection in London
2)Losing my luggage
3)Getting delayed to the point where I can't pick up my keys and have to find my own accommodations in Rome the second I get there knowing absolutely zero Italian.
Then naturally I move on to my actual abroad anxieties
1)Not having any people on my program that I like and consequently having no friends
2)Getting my wallet/passport stolen
3)Having horrible roommates
4)Being forced to do things I hate just to be social... (i.e. discotecques)
5)Feeling anti-american sentiment based on the fact that I may at times be traveling in huge, loud, american college student packs
6)Not learning enough Italian to get around and consequently being treated like crap
7)Running out of money
I'm so fucking neurotic, that my anxiety even moves on to post-program worries
1)Worry about not getting the credit toward my major and having to take a 5th year
2)Being depressed about being back in america and hating my life
3)Having to spend fall semester of my senior year not being 21 while virtually everyone else in the world will be
4)Not having a working car when I come back considering my car is a huge piece of crap and my parents refuse to buy me a different one even though they are pouring so much goddamn money into my particular piece.
Soooo,yeah, as you can tell...I am freaking the fuck out. I can't see past my anxiety toward excitement right now. I have tunnel vision with my anxiety. The fact that studying abroad is going to be amazing only enters into this little situation once it starts being amazing, and in order for that to happen, I have to get there, make friends, and learn Italian.