2 weeks

We had our final send off dinner and received our plane tickets today. Everyone's talking about what they're packing and when they're leaving, etc. But I still don't fully believe that I'm going though. It seems so unreal. I've never gone on a trip by myself before, not to mention that this is going to be in a totally different continent.
Ironically, even though it feels unreal, the waves of anxiety are coming back. Actually, the other day in church, I thought I was going to have a panic attack. We had some time for quiet reflection and prayer, but my mind was anything but calm. Things like packing, physiology exam, goodbye dinners, swine flu were floating through my head. Yes, I realize the necessity of faith in all of this and shouldn't be so worried. But, you know, sometimes it feels like I just can't help it.
Thanks for those who are praying and supporting me. I appreciate your encouragement more than you probably realize.