Anxious much?

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is the less glamorous side of overseas travel. This is the oh my god, I have so much to do and so little time and I don't know how I'm going to get to my folks' place without using SH's car which I need to leave at home because he's at work and I need to buy all these things and I haven't even finished writing the list and I'm supposed to catch up with K because I haven't seen her since- since... oh goodness since I don't know how long and she's not free in the evening and why does everybody have to live so far away from me and what if everything doesn't fit in my backpack and what if it rains and I can't wash my clothes and what if I don't have something I'll desperately need later and what if I miss a connection and I don't make it to Nepal in time and what if R isn't waiting for me at the airport and I don't have anywhere to stay and what if I hate it and...

It's hard to believe that only a few short years ago I used to travel without fear of anything. Now look at me (see above).