Journey #1.11 (I suppose that should be lucky…or something)

I started packing.

I love packing.

Earlier today a dear friend of mine told me that it would, in many ways, finally sink in as I started to pack.

She was right.

I have to choose, and very carefully, the things that I want to have with me for the next three months, and the things that I can live without for the next three months.


For some strange reason I’ve been looking forward to Tuesday for quite some time now. I can’t believe that Tuesday is on Tuesday. I can’t believe that this is really going to happen.

I suppose that that’s a good thing.

There have been times in my life, even after only 19 years, that I feel I’ve simply let slip past because I haven’t taken the time to step back and say “yes. this is really happening.”

Flying over the Atlantic Ocean for 8 hours will give me a little time to let that sink in.

I’m looking forward to those 8 hours.

Speaking of those 8 hours, I need to sync my iPod before I take off.

How do I even go about beginning to grasp what being gone for three months means.

I suppose to some people it’s really not that big of a deal. Then I think about the fact that I’m 19. This is my first time away from home. On my own. In a different country. Surrounded by a different language.

I’m ready.

I was made for this.


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