The flight felt like it took days upon days to end... maybe it was because you felt too jittery to fall asleep for many hours and only successfully rested for about two. Your mother got you up at the asscrack of dawn (around 6:00 in the morning), and instructed you to get yourself ready. You didn't... really feel like yourself. From the lack of sleep to the jitters to the fact that you're leaving what you once knew... it just felt like a lot.