My mother is jamming bottles of water into my carryon, and my father is pacing anxiously around the us. He mutters something about free parking if we're under ten minutes, and my mother kicks him. I am about to leave for my trip for eighty days, and I'm incredibly nervous. I already miss my cats, and my friends. I hate flying, and being a tourist, and I do not know why I am doing this, honestly. I just lack the desire to strap on my globe-trottin' shoes and haul myself around the world, honestly. However, my parents don't. They're incredibly jealous of me. It will be fun, I guess. I've never been to most of these places, and I'm gonna see some people I haven't seen in ages. I've checked my two large suitcases, and my purse filled with caffiene and snack bars is over my shoulder. I'm ready, and terrified. My Mom makes me promise to email her, and my Dad grunts that he will hold the cats up to the webcam. I give my mother another big hug, and then I get in line for security. And then they're gone.

And I am terrified.