Unreal

I'm just over two days away from my departure.  It seems literally unreal.  I keep expecting that somehow I've been wrong, and it isn't really happening, or something will prevent it from happening.  3 months away from everyone in my life?  Three months essentially on my own, only myself to rely on.  I'm sure for most adults my age, this wouldn't be such a stretch, but it is something I've never even some close to doing.  Doing it here, in America, on relatively familiar ground would be a huge stretch for me.  What I'm about to do... so far outside my comfort zone, so far outside the realm of my experience.... it absolutely feels unreal.  Fake.  Like I'll get to the airport and everyone will jump out from behind things and yell "Surprise!  Just kidding!" and life will resume as usual.  Instead, I think the next 3 months will be the least "usual" months of my life.

Am I excited?  Yes.
Am I terrified?  Yes.

But I also don't think it has sunk in.  Despite all the preparations, despite being able to look at the airline confirmations, and the emails with the farms, etc... It just does not feel real.  I suspect it won't feel real until right about the time I board the plane on Thursday morning....