Graduation Goggles

Sunday mornings have been my lucky day in terms of being accepted to things. I was accepted to UW-Madison on a Sunday and I was accepted to study abroad on a Sunday as well. Usually such an ordinary, gray day made extraordinary to me by the doors it has opened.

I woke up on that cool, October Sunday morning and checked my email; a mundane activity I usually do mindlessly. My eyes scanned over the subject lines and my heart was suddenly in my throat. I cautiously opened it and proceeded to read it twelve times over, wake my roommate up, call my mom, and tell both of my brothers all before 10 a.m.

That was already two months ago, and as I am just one week away from my departure date, enjoying Christmas at home, I think about the things I will miss. It’s the little things, you know? Things like the sound of my mom’s voice talking to the cats while she feeds them, Scotty (my step-dad) laughing like a little kid while he watches How the Grinch Stole Christmas on T.V., my brothers…just being themselves and hugging me a little longer.

The process of being accepted and getting ready to leave has been a busy one. There has been so much to do that I never really had time to process any of it. I shrug it off every time someone asks, “Are you scared/excited/nervous,?, etc.” because to be honest, I don’t know yet.

While I procrastinating packing my life up into ONE suitcase for the next 5 months (yeah, I know, I’ll keep you posted on that one…) I’m trying to get a grip on my emotions and take them all in as they come.

Right now, as I look at my Christmas tree and watch as my cats play tag across the kitchen floor, I’m a little homesick already. Graduation goggles, I suppose.

However, I’m also wildly excited and ready for this adventure that I’ve been waiting for, for what seems like years.

See you on the other side (the other side being France, I’ll see you in France.)