Because I sure as hell do. Every goddamn time. I'm leaving tomorrow (!) for Tanzania, and my stomach is thoroughly tied in knots. I'm so excited but also panicking a little. That's just how this always goes for me.

I'm sure part of the reason for the knots is that I'm traveling alone, and that's not something I've done often, much less to a part of the world I'm very unfamiliar with. Bearddamnheroes is already down there, and we'll be meeting there.

I should be good, because I have prepared for this trip so much better than I probably ever have in the past. I usually procrastinate packing and taking care of shit that I need to take care of, and end up haphazardly throwing things in a suitcase an hour before leaving for the airport. Not so, this time! I started packing DAYS ago. I made lists. So many lists. I have some items left on my to do list, but they're minor and I can do them all tonight.

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I studied for and submitted my final exam for my class ahead of schedule (also basically unheard of, for me), to have it done and out of the way. I cleaned the house a bit. I verified details with the friends looking in on the animals while we're gone. I verified bookings with airlines and hotels and tour operators. I am SO on top of shit.

Still, knot in my stomach. Ugh. Make it stop. There's no way I'll be sleeping well tonight. I'll be up, worrying about missing flights, hotel booking screw-ups, and disasters with the house and animals while we're away. I come from a long line of worriers, and it's hard to turn it off.