It's Real

My flight has just been confirmed. I will fly out of Vancouver in the early morning on the 8th of August. My layovers will be many and they will be fairly long (I have 4 hours in Paris!), and that's without delays. If everything goes according to the schedule, I will be traveling for 24 hours total. It's a really good thing I love flying. Once I arrive in Budapest at 3 pm local time, there will a kind, hopefully English speaking someone there to pick me up and drive me to Szeged for the language camp. I will spend 10 days in Szeged learning as much Hungarian as I can and then go to a flower carnival, which I think might be the celebration of Hungary's independence but there isn't a ton online about it or in any of my travel guides. Now that I think of my travel guides, I can't remember if they're in my suitcase yet...
Anyways, from there my first host family, who seem very nice from what I can tell, will pick me up and take me to their home. A part of me is excited to get on that plane and meet everyone and meet my host family. A bigger part of me is terrified that something will go horribly wrong. I'm not actually scared about leaving, I'm scared that something (namely myself, but really anything) will stop me.
It's getting so real, and I'm nearing the point of no return. Let's do this.

Moira