Leaving

Technically, tomorrow will be the day we leave for Canada. I can't sleep and I don't even want to try but I'm going to force myself. People keep telling me that I'm kinda ill recently because of nerves, but I don't get nerves. I'm excited though, so excited I'm terrified something's going to go wrong and we won't be able to go and I feel like throwing up.
I also feel very strange, like my mind's telling me to do or say something and I know what it is but I can't bring myself to do it, but let's just say I don't know what it is.
I keep rubbing my forehead, like that's going to help anything. I tried doing sudoku and something like that, that I usually find quite easy and distracting to do just isn't working. I'm frustrated actually, I'm going to finish it before I go to bed and if I don't, on the plane.
I never get homesick (edit, anymore, leaving Trinidad was quite intense for me) and though I never admit stuff like this I will definitely miss my parents. We fight, and I've never missed them before, but I'm starting to appreciate them more than I ever have before. Also my dad's in Trinidad on business and flights are being crap and he was meant to come back on sunday, and then tomorrow, but now he doesn't know...bah.
If my sister goes back to Trinidad before I come back, I know I'll really hate that, but it serves me right for not taking advantage of her being here. James goes without saying, I'll probably go insane unless I call him at least once, just to hear him call me rat face and then probably hang up on me.
Anyway, enough of this, I'm happy, though I feel very confused, more than ever, about nothing that's even confusing. But I've been thinking so much that it's given me this headache and that's the conclusion I've gotten to.
I guess I could use this time to actually pack properly, but don't want to wake up my very full house.
It's been a good few days/month/year.

This room's starting to scare me, going to run upstairs as quietly as I can.

Cannot wait to go swimming.