Gonna vomit...

Well, everything's packed, and I'm just kind of wandering around the house going, "Goodbye, cat. Goodbye, bedroom. Goodbye, other cat. Goodbye, first cat. Goodbye, still other cat."

I don't have anything momentous to say on the advent of my departure. I'm scared that something is going to go horribly awry, or that I'm not going to like Stegersbach, or that my teachers, or worse, my students, are going to think I'm incompetent.

But I'm excited, too. Because I know that I adored Germany, and that I love travelling. Even if I can't remember how that feels right now, I know everything is going to work out okay.

But I still feel like puking.