So said the lady behind me in the airport security line, as tears roll down my face and I waved goodbye to my wonderful escorts to the gate. I cried less then I expected but more then I wanted to. Mostly there was a lot of frowny chin-quivering, and hiding my leaky eyes behind my sunglasses.
I sit here now and think, “Wow this is it.” And, “of course they charge you for wifi in the airport.” I’m writing this is word in the Billings airport before my flight leaves to Chicago. My last 48 hours were a little wild, but I am grateful that I got to see almost every single person before I left. (Thanks to Peter Fresh’s get together last night.. I know “just ten people” turned into like 50.)
When people asked how I felt about leaving I said this, “I want to cry and laugh and pee. I’m so scared I want to pee my pants, so sad to leave everyone I want to cry, and so excited I want to laugh and jump like a maniac.”
Part of me thinks this is the worst idea I’ve ever had. Why would I want to leave my comfortable life? I also feel young. I was going through freshman orientation this time last year, two years ago just starting my senior year of high school. I’m still a kid! What am I doing moving to a foreign country, in North Africa nonetheless? But not going is not an option, and never has been. But despite all the fears and doubts, the rest of me knows this is the best idea, and that is an opportunity many people will never get. This is adventure!!!
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