In three weeks at this time I'll probably be somewhere over the Atlantic in an airplane headed towards Spain. Sitting at home with nothing to do is quite a strange feeling, considering I'm about to take the first steps to what will be one of the most intense, exciting, and difficult experiences of my life.
Everything is more or less set to go. Packing up my clothes, getting gifts, and hoping I set a decent plane ticket are more or less the only things left to do. I'm living like a bum right now, but I like it.
I guess it's time for me to go watch some How I Met Your Mother