Away we go

It is my final night at home before I begin my journey and I find myself nostalgic already. I cruise slower through my neighborhood, pet my dog a little bit longer, and hug my mom a bit tighter as I try to soak in these last moments. I'm aware that what lies before me could be some of the best months of my life, but I am trying to hold on to what is here so that I can look forward to it when I must return.

Months of excitement have turned to anxiety at the last second as I realize what I'm about to do. What if I miss a plane/train? What if lose my passport? What if I get lost myself looking for said passport? These are things I have never encountered before, let alone as an independent traveler. I'm comforted by the thought of the wonderful people accompanying me in this adventure. While I am nervous for these potential situations, the anticipation for new experiences with incredible people outweighs any anxiety.

I am confident that upon arrival I will feel at ease with my new host family and ready to take on the world. I look forward to the splendor of Europe that awaits as I sit here typing and looking at my large poster of Paris in my room (yes, from IKEA). It's hard to contain the excitement I have for when I take in these sites with my own eyes.

So wish me well as I take off tomorrow afternoon. With luck (and a bit of Zzzquil) I'll be able to sleep through the trip to wake up for our 7 am arrival as fresh as a daisy!

Here's to hoping all my Spanish skills don't vacate me when I need them most. ¡Hasta luego!