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*pulls out the paper bag again* Continental sent me my TripNotes, I withdrew some money from the bank (though we're not sure where I should exchange it yet -- Sea-Tac, Newark, or Heathrow), I told my bank I was going abroad, I bought some of the toiletries I'm taking with me (that way I can get my mother to pay for them, heh). So I guess I can reluctantly concede that this may actually be happening. Tomorrow I shall pack. *despairs some more*

My mother does not understand why I am so freaked out. Let's be honest, I don't know why I'm so freaked out either. "They speak English there," she reminds me, which is the reminder that she is a non-native English speaker who came to America when she didn't speak very good English and that my dad lived in Thailand part-time for more than ten years, and he went not speaking a single word of Thai. "You can ask someone if you need help!"

So that's happening.