Did I mention I'm going to Switzerland?

One week from today, I will be in Switzerland. That's INSANE. What the hell am I going to do in Switzerland, for nine days?! I need to sit down with my guide books and recommended (but vague) itinerary. Jesus. I have no idea. I guess I'll just take trains every day, going somewhere new, and then spend the day wandering around with a guide book, a reading book, and my journal. It's just crazy to think that I'm actually going. It was such a whimsical plan, and seemed so far away back when I booked the trip. It still seems unreal. I don't know if I should be happy, or scared, ecstatic or nervous. All four, really. I just hope I have a good time. After the past year, I could really use some good times.