I can’t believe this is happening. This time tomorrow I will be on a plane to Madrid, Spain. I will be on the flight that leads me to my new home for the next year. I will be on the flight that will change my life. I can’t believe this is happening.
All day today those thoughts have been running through my head- that I will be gone tomorrow. It seems surreal, like I will wake up from a dream and realize that I am not actually going to Spain. Today has been the day of packing. I have been packing and packing and packing some more. I can’t believe how many clothes I have. I went through all my clothes and picked up the essentials and then the “well maybe I will bring this, who knows”. Yeah, only the essentials are going, there isn’t space for any “maybes” on this trip. I feel like I’m pretty good about making a mess, and let me tell you, a mess is what was made while packing. Clothes were everywhere. I was everywhere. I would be running from the kitchen to the spare bedroom that housed my packing materials/clothes, down to the basement, back up to the room. I got quite the workout from just packing. Who knew it was so exhausting!
My goal for packing was to put everything in just one large suitcase that would be checked-in and my carry on. Unfortunately, I did not make my goal. If I didn’t want to shower for the next year or wear jewelry, I would have made it. All my clothes and shoes managed to fit between the two cases, however, it was just too much for bathroom supplies, cosmetics, and jewelry. So I pulled out another suitcase and re-arranged. Even though I didn’t make my goal, I keep reminding myself that I have some room now for all the items that I buy throughout the next year. As if I needed anymore of a reason to buy stuff while there.
And now I sit here, thinking of all the uncertainty of the future and what will happen within the next year. All the adventures I will go on, all the knowledge I will learn, all of the experiences I will have while in a different country. And as I sit here and think about all of these things, I become overwhelmed with excitement for what’s to come.
I can’t wait.
De Wisconsin, con amor,