So I'm currently sitting in the lounge at Gate 5, Terminal 3, Melbourne Airport. I actually had grand plans for recording a vlog at the airport, a la John Green, but this plan went to hell when a) the airport was really busy, b) the gate my plane leaves from is opposite a cafe and people are apparently ALL about the coffee this afternoon, and c) the little announcements woman is on the loud speaker approximately every 30 seconds. Also, a small child just walked past me and yelled "I'M GOING TO DO A WEE!!!". So while that vlog would have been potentially hilarious, it also would have taken me approximately three hundred years to say anything even vaguely understandable, so no.
Anyway, I'm off to Canberra is approximately 25 minutes. I'm equal parts excited and apprehensive. Did you know that it's really hard to pack for a three week internship in a city where you'll be catching up with people and possibly going to the gym and staying in a house with twin five month olds? Because IT IS. So I'm stressing that I haven't packed enough shoes and that I've forgotten my toothbrush and that the airline will somehow lose my luggage in the next hour and I'll be forced to turn up at my internship tomorrow in skinny jeans, Cons and a three year old stripey t-shirt.
Also, despite the fact that I've been flying on the regular since I was a baby, I realised on the way to the airport that the last time I was on a plane was when I flew back from the US in October 2011, and now I'm having a small "Oh God, what if they've changed all the procedures and kick me off the plane for sneezing??" freak out.
Oh wait. The small child just walked past me again and yelled "WE'RE BACK FROM THE TOOOOOOOOOOOOILET!!". And his sisters are smooshing their faces against the windows and smearing them around. If they let them on the plane, clearly they'll let anyone on!