First time on a plane too.

This is not butterflies, I want to puke.
Somehow it all seems unreal, spur of the moment, even though it is truly all I have been thinking about since I got the job back in February. I want to scream, celebrate, jump up and down. It is amazing to think that tomorrow morning, not afternoon, but early morning I will be stepping off of a plane in Colorado, not just Colorado but Pikes National forest at the base of Pikes peak, at an elevation of over 8,000 feet. The only thing that keeps the excitement in check, is the crippling terror. I stopped to think about it and realized I will not know a single person working at this camp and will only know two people in the entire state. I am good at making friends but it is still a little bit scary, I mean I have never tried to make a friend from Colorado. What if they don't like me? What if they hate me? Or worse what if they think I am to city for them? I am not insecure but I am definitely awkward in high pressure situations where I do not know anyone. It is just silly little first day jitters spiraling out of control, because I know this will undoubtedly be the best summer of my entire life so far.