"next saturday"

I have a countdown widget on Tinkerbell that currently says that I'm flying off in 11 days, 8 hours, 15 minutes, and 43 seconds. Everytime people ask me when I'm leaving, I'm finding it extremely harder and harder to believe that the next two words to come out of my mouth are --

next Saturday.

It's still so surreal. I can't believe how soon it is (my mom also just realized that this afternoon). Not to mention, my flight is at 7:50 AM. I think I'm gonna end up doing my whole emotional outburst on the plane ride to Nagoya. Good luck to my seatmate. Gaah, I'm going to miss so much and so many here. Life without my default settings. Sigh.