I'm leaving in approximately four hours.
I have packed and repacked and thrown away more things. Trying to stuff things in my backpack. I may end up throwing away more things again. I really hate that, but I don't have a lot of options.
Monumentally depressed, tired, dreading the eighteen hour trip with three transfers. I am, however, taking a taxi to Arlanda airport, which beats trying to wrestle this suitcase on/off buses and trains. It's expensive, but worth the convenience and peace of mind.
I found my walkman and burned some audiobooks to CD, as I can't read while traveling. I have terrible motion sickness.
Met with Stella's mom and Peter, had a brownie and ice cream. They gave me 200 dollars, which will come in very, very handy. They're nice people; they've always been wonderful to me. Thought I was going to cry, but didn't.
I'll be glad to see my mom and daughter. I've missed them terribly.
If I still have a computer there, I'll let everyone know I've arrived safely.
Laters.