Just put me on the freaking plane already.....

So we are finally getting to the grand finale count down until we reach blast off. The apartment is empty, clothes and five million pairs of shoes ready to be packed in the suitcase, and the final good bye celebrations are near ending. As of this Monday, Erica and I will be half way across the world engaging in our fun adventures and immersing ourselves in new cultures. The anticipation is creating more of anxiety and tension then excitement at the moment. I can actually feel a little heart pain right now as we speak or maybe that is a result of too much coffee creamer. Anywho, so much has happened in the past year since we initially purchased our tickets to Europe that I am ready to just get on the damn plane instead of dragging it out any longer. Considering I am already what they say a little bit "obsessive compulsive" in terms of having everything organized and ready to go six months before the due date, the waiting game is just killing me. I mean we purchased the freaking tickets a year ago, my work was notified not two weeks in advance that I was leaving but four months in advance, and my furniture and nick knacks were packed up and put in storage a week ago when we are not even expected to move out of the apartment for a few days. Shoot, come to think about it we might as well just drive to the airport right now so we don't miss our flight. We are on a tight schedule here people. I mean I know the standard for international flights is to be there three hours in advance but there could be a lot of traffic in L.A. or a big line at the luggage check in. In addition, I am half brown literally, hence possible blood relation to Osama, so security may need to check my luggage a little more thoroughly just to ensure that I am not carrying any weapons of mass destruction in my little coach purse. More than anything, I want to get a good seat so, I think arriving at the L.A.X. airport 6 days early will be a perfect amount of time to get organized. Don't worry about Erica she will be just fine with this. Give the girl her Starbucks and let her sit in front of the big terminal window to watch the planes take off and land and she is as happy as a little kid running around with cotton candy at the Sunday circus. I mean I guess I should be relieved that there is not much left to do but spend time with my loved ones before I leave. But for some reason, I think by doing so it makes it almost that much more painful to say good bye. I mean I am not going to be gone forever and the people that are dear to me will still be a part of my life on a daily basis, obviously not in the physical sense, but always in my heart and mind. Another characteristic about me is that I am a picture maniac as well so I will be posting pictures on a regular basis for everyone to see and this is another way for me to keep in close contact. In the past, whenever I traveled to amazingly awesome places I imagined certain friends there with me experiencing these new places too. Since this is just my imagination that they are there with me I figure the closest way to have them close to me experiencing these new places is by taking as many pictures as possible to capture the moment to share. As a result, I have recently gone the extra mile to ensure that the picture posting process will not have any glitches by one, taking two cameras, two, having a 2 GB storage memory card which can store a zillion pics, three, having a direct Ipod camera connector to upload the pics immediately and efficiently, and four, lab top in hand ready to upload and blast off! So with that all being said, bon voyage, Europe finally here I come!