Arrival/Airport/Nonsense

I wrote this a while back and am just now setting up this blog...so here's this:

Journal 1 3:08 pm, Central 01/08/2009
So I am currently chilling in the Chicago O’Hare airport waiting, sitting, and doing nothing until my plane gets here. I have no idea what to think. I’ve been absolutely freaking out the past week anticipating this trip/adventure/I don’t know what. Its nuts. Once my plane arrives I fly straight from here to Madrid and then on to Alicante. I’m not really concerned with the flight right now. I’ve flown over seas before, so it’s no big deal. My biggest fear is that my baggage gets lost. I worry about the dumbest things when I do trips like this. This morning before I left home to go to Louisville and catch my first flight, I started spazzing out because I couldn’t find my deodorant. I am very particular about my deodorant and I don’t trust European deodorant. Regardless, I was flipping out for no reason arguing with my mom the importance of finding this missing deodorant instead of buying some more. It was wasted energy and I apologized to my mom later for that.
I’m not quite as worried right now as I have been. I haven’t been too concerned with going to a foreign country so much as leaving a familiar one. I guess I’m worried that I’m going to miss out on a lot at school and at home while I’m gone. At the same time, I’m worried about my taxi ride from the airport in Alicante to my hotel. It would absolutely suck to get lost on my first day in Spain. Things like that tend to happen to me though. This past summer when I was working for the Kentucky Governors Scholars Program, I got locked out of my room wearing only a towel less than an hour before the scholars and their parents were supposed to arrive. I really want to avoid catastrophe. We’ll see what happens.
Jacob