Noah is driving up to San Francisco to pick up our passports and hopefully our visas. My stomach is going to hurt for the next hour until he tells me the results. My stomach hurt so much from anxiety last night that I vomited.

My body sucks.

I’m probably only 95% packed, but we are tossing everything in the car so it feels less important to be at 100%? Also: my family has learned how to pack! I don’t have to pack for everyone anymore! THAT’S SO COOL! Of course they finally figure it all out when we have less than three weeks of travel left. It’s ok. They will take these skills forward in life and I will feel good about myself.

30 minutes till Noah calls me with results. I feel like I may puke between now and then again. Ugh.