It’s happening. I said goodbye to my friends, family, and boyfriend. I am sitting looking outside the window looking at all of the airplanes, and I am thinking, that is not right. A big chunk of metal flying thousands of feet in the sky, and I’m going on it in less than an hour. I am just as afraid of planes as the main character from Bridesmaids, but instead of drinking vodka, I will just eat my fears away. I’ve already made a solid dent in my snack stash. I’m just praying I become good enough friends to the person next to me that they will let me hold their hand haha. I am looking forward to spending a day in England, then meeting the family in Italy and eating pasta.