My bags are packed, my boarding pass is printed, and I am hours away from leaving for the airport. I can’t believe this is happening.
I have been consumed by so many different feelings this week—excitement, homesickness, ambition, skepticism… But right now, I just feel anxious. Not necessarily the bad kind. It’s more like anticipation for what’s to come.
Before today, I was worried that I was unprepared to go abroad. The more I think about it, though, I don’t think that anyone can feel truly prepared for an experience like this. As much as I can read about a new culture, there is no way to truly understand it until I’m living in it. By the end of the semester, I hope that I can say that I have done just that.
I will document my adventures as often as I can with photos and ramblings (and maybe an occasional video).