It's D day...
Well technically it's 10 min until midnight of Departure day, but close enough! By the time in finish writing this it will be.
All the days leading up to it have been a valiant effort to try and organize the past half century of my life! (Not to be dramatic or anything)
Not only am I packing for Spain, but moving out of the house.. my house... I lived in for the past four years. After the Quarter Abroad Program in Madrid, I plan to stay longer and won't be back by the end of my lease. So, I packed everything up, stacked it in the garage and left my house for the last time. My mom will come back to pick up everything from the childhood stuffed animal I had no shame bringing to college (shout out to my white seal named CC haha) to the couple textbooks I kept either because they now cost more to ship on amazon than they are worth, or I may one day refer to in Grad school. That chapter is one for maybe another blog, though.
The past couple days have been a blur of boxes, suitcases, and piles of clothes attempting to be organized through cups of coffee and tears. Needless to say, I'm quite dehydrated. And lets me honest, nervous.
But more importantly and most of all... I am thankful.
I'm thankful for all the people I hugged and reluctantly cried in front of.
For all those who supported my trip financially and emotionally, words cannot begin to express how much it means to me. You are helping this dream come true for me. Until the english language can find a better combination of words to express it, know that I am indebted to you and humbled by your belief in me. :)
I have no idea what I am in for and I Love It! I've thought about repacking my bags at least 17 times and still think I'm overpacking.
For future travelers to madrid or doing a quarter abroad... this is causing me the most anxiety! There's so many suggestions of what to bring and how much. I'm going to have to pick my poison, but will definitely blog on if I made the right choice. Because Lord knows I wish someone else did that I could have read it to help me out!
Oh and 12 hours in a confined space?!? I don't even want to talk about it. I am going to be one of those people in 50 positions, taking laps around the plane, laying in the isle... I don't do well.
Aside from the stress surrounding that square on wheels and 12 hour confinement, I look forward to sharing this experience with all of you reading along. I can't wait to document my experiences, the architecture, culture, language, dance and food.
Next time you'll hear from me will be in Spain. That is, if I don't cause an emergency landing due to claustrophobia.