It's the night before I leave for Denmark and it has not sunk in yet that I will be leaving the States tomorrow for over four months. I'm all packed -- all the chargers for the miscellaneous electronics I'm sure I will regret bringing, layers and layers of clothing for what weather.com has assured me will be 30 degree weather, passports, itineraries, etc.By all accounts I should be ready to go.
I spent my last couple weeks in California with my family and as I clasped my Mom and Dad's hands in our last family prayer together tonight, I was struck by just how blessed I am. Not only have I been given an opportunity to broaden my perspectives and see the world, but I have loving parents who support me and my decisions, as well as an amazing sister who suggested/demanded that I go study abroad in the first place. Without them, this trip would not have been possible.
We are waking up at 5 AM tomorrow to make the one hour drive to the airport for my 9:20 AM flight. Two layovers, one in Seattle, another in Iceland. It's a little surreal; I don't feel anxious or worried or excited or sad. I guess I'm numb in expectation. I see myself one week from now, riding my bike through Copenhagen, and suddenly struck by the thought: "Oh my God. I am in Denmark." Then I can commence the freakout.
Until then, eager anticipation! The next blog will hopefully written in Denmark! :)
LET THE FREAKOUT COMMENCE!
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