Opa, ouzo and sangria

In three hours I'm supposed to be at the airport: checking in for my flight, going through security and boarding the plane for London, England. I leave Calgary at 9:30PM, arrive in London at 1:30PM, have a 7 hour layover until approximately 8:30PM when I return to Heathrow, board the plane for Athens and arrive in Greece's capital at 2:30AM. Awesome timing hey? Hahah

I'm actually sick to my stomach. I'm so nervous traveling alone. I know I should be okay but I think it's a mixture of being really exciting, not believing this is actually happening and feeling completely unprepared(!!!).

Last night while doing laundry the washing machine broke. FML. So I had to emergency txt msg the ex-bf which was really awkward and I was certain he said no, but he actually let me come over and finish my laundry. I read a book. He played WoW. There was very little interaction which is kinda sad but maybe one day in the future we'll actually be legit friends. Nonetheless - laundry is done and I'm (hopefully) ready to go.

This morning I called home and my dad answered the phone and sounded sad, he never sounds sad - but I didn't really think anything of it. Chatted to him for a bit then talked to my mom who was also sad. I didn't get it. Why so sad first thing on a Saturday morning!?

My parent's really good friend passed away.

But it's not even like, "oh we knew it was coming". Andy was young, active and when you looked at him you wouldn't think "he's one of those guys who'll die from a heart attack". The doctors still aren't sure of what happened. I didn't know Andy as well as my mom and dad, but at Christmas we had so much fun playing Cranium and wii (he made fun of my awesome bowling skills). Andy's sons are my age. I can't imagine my dad ever passing away - especially with no warning.

It just reminds you that tomorrow isn't a promise.