For a hectic 30 minutes tonight, I was done. Kaput. This trip was over before it even started. I had EVERYTHING packed except the one, most important thing, the first item on the first checklist: my passport. It is my fault, partly for being disorganized and partly for procrastinating. In less than 12 hours I will be in another country and I'd only started packing earlier tonight. Everything is ready now though, packed tight into a single duffel bag and my school backpack, from the Flip Video I hope to have a chance to use for this blog, to the EpiPen I hope I won't have to use. This is the night of spontaneous thoughts and last minute doubts. I am wondering how much dancing will be involved throughout this course (hinted many times throughout the packet), and I am slightly worried because I have just about as much dancing ability as a rock. I am reminding myself to pick up extra contact lense solution from some pharmacy before I go. I am thinking about the past month and a half; my To-Do List of things to-do in New York is mostly checked off, but there are still empty spaces. But I am ready, I tell myself, for an adventure. I am ready. I am ready. I am...
...tired, and I should admit that it's 12:26 AM as I am typing this sentence, my flight is 7:30 am, and I'm leaving the house at 5 am. I like to sleep during flights because that is how I will adapt to the sudden change in time/schedule/country. I'd like to stay awake till 7:30, fall asleep before take off, and wake up there. Wouldn't that be glorious? But I know that is impossible, because I am already falling asleep at the keyboard, and 3.5 hours later, I will wake up groggy and grumpy and want to not be in Costa Rica (which is a lie!). Let me stop here though, and say: Goodbye New York, Goodbye Soro (my dog), Goodbye Mom and family and friends!
My next post will be from Costa Rica. See you there!
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Good lord, Tiff, I had no idea you were keeping this blog until your email! sniff sniff I miss you! Can't believe you're going to be home in 3 days, only to leave in another 3 days...(it's Sandra by the way)
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