Today in the shower I reminded myself that somehow I managed to take the trains from London to Amsterdam then on to Paris then to Rome and then all the way back to London, when I was 21, in 1986, speaking nothing but English, with a backpack and some cash in my wallet.
So worrying about whether I will have to move my car and lose the parking spot in front of my house in the small American city where I live now ought not to cause me such anxiety.
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