Going Home: Fear #1

It is the end of my year in England. I can't believe that my year is over. I am at the airport preparing to leave. I do my first check in at booth five and then somehow magically am back in my room. I see that I haven't really even packed and my flight leaves in about 40 minutes. I am panicked and don't think that I will be able to get through security and catch my flight in time. Oh no! I am not going to get back to the US. I am so screwed. The weird part of this dream was that I was only packing a small bag and not all of my belongings. It wasn't like I was leaving forever, but rather just going on a week holiday. Either way it freaked me out completely.