When Productivity Strikes (t-3 days)

Okay, somebody better pinch me, cause this wave of competence has been just unreal. Even I don't believe how much stuff I've been getting done. 

I mean, it's bad enough that I 1)  read the entire Granada chapter of my Andalucía guidebook, 2) re-read my program's "Get Set!" booklet, and 3) skimmed several chapters of my Spanish phrasebook.

What's worse is, I also 4) did a currency exchange for a buncha euros, 5) nailed down my phone plan biz for when I get back, 6) opened a checking account, 7) got myself a debit card, 8) transferred my entire summer earnings to my dad's bank account (necessary? yes. depressing? ALSO YES), 9) officially notified the bank of my travel dates, and 10) stopped at LensCrafters-- only to find out that since my glasses are ancient they would have an 85% chance of snapping in half if tightened, so they remain loose and silly, but still.

I (11) did two loads of laundry! I (12) made photocopies of a whole stack of my official documents! I (13) printed out my flight itinerary! I (14) bought. A friggin'. Planner!

I HAVE ALMOST FINISHED PACKING. (15.)

Who is this girl? When I look at that accomplishy list I feel almost woozy.

I am a capable, responsible adult and I can take care of myself? I guess it just goes to show that even though my dinner tonight may have been a (dry) bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats cereal (that I ate with my hands), you can't let that fool you.

Apparently I'm a lot more prepared than I thought I was. While reading up on Granada, I realized that I knew more than I thought I did. As I was reviewing my travel phrasebook, it became pretty clear that I'm better at Spanish than I usually think I am.

50-ish hours away from airport time and it ain't no thang. I got this... I got this. I'm good.