Butterflies

Who would have thought a vacation this fantastically unbelievable could be so stressful! I'm packing right now for our roadtrip to Brisbane. We've got a campervan from Wicked Campers with the words "Honk if you're under the influence" Spraypainted on the back! (That's their market appeal, all the vans are custom painted, like hippie vans but smaller). Aside from the van, we've planned basically nothing. It's a standard trasmission, which we just found out a few days before we left, well after we booked, and only one of us has ever driven stick before. Relying on maps an intuition to get around. We're all staying up late planning tonight, and I've got serious butterflies in my stomach. We can't rely on the one guy (There's three of us, myself and my two room mates, who are also from Northeastern) to drive the whole way, so I'll at least have to make an attempt at learning to drive manual. Shouldn't be too bad if I restrict my driving to the highway anyways. As long as we don't get stuck in traffic! HA! I guess in that case we'll jump seats. It feels like I'm on the brink of something huge, maybe it will turn out well that we haven't made any plans, maybe this trip will be the failure that I've been so terrified of all along. It's only one week, and there will be other opportunities to relsih the experience, but this is the big one... This could make or break my so far untarnished record of excellent vacation in Australia.