By world I mean the people reading this blog.
By people I mean my friends and family.
And that one rando stranger- to you I hope for us to become great friends one day.
Moving on...
As many of you know I leave Friday for my adventures!
Specifically, I board the aircraft carrier Friday morning.
Therefore, I need to have everything completely ready by Thursday evening.
Thursday evening is the day after tomorrow. Repeat: THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW.
Ask me if I am ready: Heck yeah! Okay, and again: Wait, What? I am leaving the country?
You know that feeling of complete nervousness and excitement? Well, that is my current state of human emotions. I feel as though I have been waiting so long and have spent so much time preparing for this trip; I also feel like I know nothing and have no idea what I am doing.
My suitcase is empty (this may have some symbolic residue to it, who knows). I have most everything I need. However, the fortress for my belongings for the next month are not yet held within it.
This probably reflects my emotions as described earlier, as well as my "girlish" actions of being concerned of what outfits to bring. I don't want to look wierd.
I have had many conversations with friends and family, describing my excitement and fears. However, one conversation has stood out to me, and may have some noteworthy significance.
My mother and I were taking an evening stroll on a night much like most of Alabama summer: humid. In fact, more humid than usual. We talked mostly about "airplane" fears, ya know what if it crashes and what not. Then, we discussed what specifically I was looking forward to about Granada. I have heard about how it is hot there in June, but not nearly as humid. Due to the current weather of this conversation, that is the first thing that came to mind. Then, I told her all about the Al Hambra. It is walking distance from my school, which is also walking distance from my host family. I could not be more excited to see this, as well as experience the culture surrounding it. It fascinates me how even after The Reconquest in Spain, that architecture is reveled and it's culture is still alive. I cannot wait to learn more about this monument, and the beautiful Granada around it. I am nervous about everything, meeting friends, speaking spanish, and of course if my host family likes me.
I hope to learn so much more.
On a personal note, this is realy a feat for me. This past semester has been nothing short of hell. I was told that I couldn't go- to Spain that is. However, I refused to loose. It is a miracle of God that I was able to stay in school. My trip now is even a bigger miracle straight from God himself. I am so thankful to Him and happy that I survived and am able and ready to leave. I am happy I am where I am, and I am so ready to fly (literally and metaphorically).
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