The week I disappeared.
In December, when I finally made the decision to go, I hurriedly signed up for a week away at Omega for this June. I hoped my quick decisiveness and go-getter attitude would land me a highly coveted private room on campus.
I emailed Omega no less than three time between December and February to double, and then triple check that they got my registration. Sometimes I get nutsy about things like this. I panic that things won't work out, or the computer eat my registration, or some other irrational worry when it comes to make a grand plan, especially one that involves travel.