I don't even want to think about South Africa right now. Every time I look at my belongings strewn across my floor, waiting to be packed, my stomach does a jumpy little dance. Every time I think about the paper I still need to write, my mind twirls around in circles. When I think about loading up my bags and driving away in my car, I get all.... weird-feeling.
Packing can be so emotional.
... or is that just me?
When I pack to go back to school, I start to realize this is one fewer time I will be living at home. Soon I will be out on my own, fending for myself. It kinda scares me. Actually, it scares me a lot. I don't wanna grow up; I wanna be a Toy-R-Us kid! Wait, whaaa...? Oh, sorry about that. Sometimes random things pop into my head and I say them. It happens.
Really though, this trip is boggling my mind. Do I want to go to South Africa? Yes, I most certainly do. Do I feel faint when I think about it? Uh, sometimes. I feel like I'm going to be so disconnected while I'm there. Even though I'll be able to periodically contact them, I'm going to miss my family and friends. I'm going to miss out on stuff happening on and around campus. My nieces and nephews are going to grow up a little while I'm gone, and I'll miss that too. I'm going to miss snuggling my dog and my cats. I'm going to miss Aletheia. Miss, miss, miss, miss.
But... on the other side of things... I'm going to be having the time of my life. I want to talk with my host families, eat weird food, see breath-taking stars, go on adventures, make friends, experience diversity, open my eyes a little bit wider, learn more Sesotho, make memories... and so much more!
South Africa is going to be amazing. It's getting there that is hard.
Countdown to take-off: 16 days
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