This is it, guys.

The plane leaves today at 3:45 and whisks me away into an adventure, the magnitude of which still hasn't quite hit me yet. I keep telling myself that this is it, this is when I feel it, but I don't know when I'm actually going to have that moment of sudden clarity in which I actually realize that, oh shit, I'm boarding a plane that's going to take me to London and when I get there I'll really be on my own.

I don't even know that I feel excited, or anxious. If anything, I just feel ready. I'm in a zone that no one can disturb -- because in less than 24 hours I'll be in London and everything will actually start to begin.