Disclaimer: This will be uncomfortable

So, I have less than 12 hours before I become a time traveler and begin my journey 7 hours in to the future. It will begin small... a small step 1 hour into the future and then I shall travel 13 hours to reach my destination. I'm not sure how the math works out, but I shall be a bona fide time traveler. That's right. Me.

Unfortunately, luggage troubles are plaging me. Both suitcases are being unforgivably large. U.S. Airways simply does not understand the need for allowing women and students larger weight limits. So, I shall spend the rest of the night trying to desperately rearrange my God-forsaken baggage and try not to think about the long flight across the Atlantic Ocean tomorrow.

Oh. And I've discovered that I'll be recycling in Germany. Ok. I didn't JUST discover this. What I really just realized was I was going to have to recycle feminine products in Germany. Yeah. This is the warning: I'm going to be talking about tampons, so you're sufficiently warned.

Anyway, while buying tampons at Walgreen's and suddenly think, "How do you recycle these things?" I've got not a clue. I've checked all the packages and there's nothing. I tried looking at websites and nothing. I tried calling the numbers on the back of the package and all offices are closed.

I looks like I'll be spending some of my time in Philadelphia tomorrow on the phone asking a representative from Playtex and Proctor & Gamble trying to determine how to recycle the cotton and the cardboard box and the plastic applicator... and trying to figure out if it's even sanitary to recycle such items. I mean, you don't recycle toilet paper, right?

So, besides luggage and tampons I'm also pretty nervous. I do have window seats so it's a small consolation. However, I'm still nervous. It's my first time traveling alone and I'm going to be away from familiar faces and places for a little over four months.

I'm trying to stay calm and I'm trying to tell myself it will be ok.

And it will be. Just as soon as I can get this (language warning) fucking luggage sitaution settled.

Cheers.