Someone Like You

Ladies and Gentlemen...
I am officially a university student. Not just a study a week before exams student, I´m a come home after lesson, log on to the PC and work ´till I drop.
Reality check, people. Who said it was easy?
Getting up in the morning, as tired as when I feel in to bed, with a million things to do during the day, and not enough time to do them...How do I not panic? Could someone give me more hours in a day? 36 should do it...wait, make that 48.
Ok, so one thing at a time, little steps, and I might just survive this.
And I better survive this, because I´ve embarked on an adventure and a half - I´ll be attending a semester at Universita degli studi di Napoli Federico II, Facoltà di Lettere e Filosofia.
Do I speak italian? NOOOOO.
Have I ever been to Italy? NOOOO.
Do I know anyone in Italy? NOOOO.
Am I shit scared? errrm, YES.
I´ve just sent off my course plan for the semester, and my choices are someone dubious...but what the hell, if I´m going to go for an adventure, I´m going head first, amore mio :)

I´m dreaming of pasta, pizza, scooters, opera, castles, sun, sand, new sounds, new friends.
I´m stepping out in to thin air, and somehow, it feels so good, so right, so amazing.
If I ignore the slight panic, I´m fine.
The immensity of what I´m doing is probably only going to hit me when I walk of the plane and I´m all alone in a strange, mafia controlled city. I believe I´m going to be best friends with my self, and hold myself up, in an attempt to stop myself from booking a flight straight back home, and running for my parents house.

Right now all I can think is how am I going to fit all my stuff in to a 25kg suitcase? Big dilemma. Huge, massive.

Anyways, thats all from me. Bath, bus and then bed!!