Leaving on a Jet Plane

Ok, this day was never actually supposed to happen. I heard about the Romania Studies Program in one of my classes and brought the pamphlet home to my mother. She was supposed to say no within the first two minutes, stating valid reasons on why it wasn't possible. She was not supposed to flip through the pamphlet and say 'ok'. WHAT?!? And now the day has come where in a little over 7 hours I'll be getting on a plane and flying to Romania. My bags are all packed, although I have that pesky feeling that I'm forgetting something. I have my ticket and passport ready. So material wise, I'm prepared-emotionally, well that's a different story altogether. I'm incredibly anxious, but I have faith that this is going to be an experience of a lifetime and that I'll come home with pictures, stories, and the desire to never, ever leave again.