Pre-Departure Woes

As my last week of break begins and the day of my departure gets closer and closer, I find myself thinking only one thing: 'Oh god, oh god, oh god.'
Don't get me wrong. I'm as excited as can be to go abroad, as anyone who's heard me talk about it will know (HEY! Have you heard I'm going to ROME?). But I'm also very, very nervous. I'm going to a brand new place, I don't even slightly know the language and I don't know anyone there! (This is why I want to learn all the languages! So this doesn't happen!) What if my taxi driver doesn't know english? What if my latin class is harder than what I'm used to? Oh no, I haven't gotten notebooks yet!! Besides that, I have to pack 4 months worth of my life into one suitcase? I'm a notorious over-packer, making this one of my biggest worries...
The rational part of me can clearly see that I'm needlessly stressing myself out. I know it's all going to be fine, I know it's going to be an amazing new experience and a month from now I'll be laughing at my nervousness with my new friends. But for now, I'm kinda scared!
But as I lay in bed at night, keeping my self awake worrying about whether I'm supposed to pack shampoo or buy it there, I just need to calm down and remind myself that I have an amazing opportunity, a once in a life time experience and it will be amazing, regardless of the toiletries I choose to pack.