23 August 2012
It’s hard to sit still. I should not have added caffeine to the adrenaline that’s been coursing through my body. Tomorrow, the word that has been sending shots of excitement through me all summer is finally going to be a reality: Harlaxton! My whole summer has been consumed with preparations, and I have been carefully crafting a packing list. One day before my plane leaves, I am proud to say that few items remain without a checkmark. Packing: what an adventure in itself. I completely took over our living room. I’m strategically placing and taking out items in my suitcase to meet the unfortunate space and weight limitations. To the items left in my closet: no worries; my sister will wear you. Fit my life into one 50-pound suitcase and a carry-on? Challenge accepted. I rolled and squooshed my way to victory. When at Harlaxton, I’m going to make like a sponge and soak up every minute. I can’t express my excitement for all of the NEW things I will experience! New countries, culture, people, traditions, knowledge—somebody pinch me! Oh yeah, and I’ve never flown before. Yet another adventure! I feel like a little kid on Christmas Eve. I leave in less than 24 hours! Yes, I’ll miss my amazing family and friends, and there are the concerns that my travel experience is next to none and that temperatures in the 60s are considered warm. But excitement has largely pushed out my worry. My journey will be captured in my journal and through thousands (I’m not exaggerating) of pictures. I’m going to savor every moment. Signing out from the USA—cheerio!