My mum just had an idea. She suggested flying down with me the day before, January 15th, so I can be on time to check in the next day, and so we can look around and check out the offerings nearby for shopping and food. I mean its brilliant in its simplicity. I wouldn't have to freak out about getting there or finding anything. I might also be able to manipulate my mum into letting me put some of my stuff in her luggage. I'd also have my mum with me, which leads us to the cons: I'd have my mum with me. I love my mother with all my heart, but how many great adventures start off with "My mommy held my hand.." I'm not exactly sure, if I have time later I'll Google it, but for now I'll just guess, none. Again I love my mum. But this is my great adventure, a sort of thrusting me into the world moment that I was getting pretty amped for. I mean I was thinking I might even be okay with everything. Even the airplane which is huge for me. Although actually now I'm getting sort of nervous thinking about that, and now I fear I might vomit on a TSA officer. Also my wonderful roommate-to-be, Stephanie, and I were planning to meeting up and maybe taking the shuttle together. Originally we were thinking cab, but $$$$$. I don't want to back out now, I'm the one who even talked us into taking the shuttle. Decision to follow...
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