I'm off to France!

To be honest, this time it’s a little harder. This time I shed a few tears going through security and only stopped crying when a little boy in line smiled up at me in the most concerned way a person could possibly smile. But now that I am sitting at gate G102 with all of my random carry-on items, I know that I’m ready to fly off away from home again and have a thousand new adventures. 

 

I think leaving is harder this time because if there is one huge thing my travels have taught me, it’s that loving the people around you is the most wonderful feeling in the world. I fell in love with Chile, I fell back in love with California this year I have been back, and I know I am going to fall in love with France, but for some reason knowing this doesn’t take away that emptiness I feel in my stomach after having escaped my family’s warm goodbye hugs. I want to make it clear that despite all these mixed emotions, I am so grateful for this opportunity, and I am so excited for this experience of a life time. I can’t wait to speak French and make friends and take trains as many places as I possibly can. 

 

Soooo, yes. I am excited and nervous and scared and curious and confused, but I am okay. I am ready. This year will be amazing and difficult and crazy but I am going it to it with an open mind and good intentions and I am going to have a blast. I will boared by plane to Copenhagen in under an hour and, yes mom, I will remember to walk around as much as I can and stay hydrated! I am wearing my comfiest running clothes (you know, just in case I need to run through the Copenhagen airport AND because they fit like cozy pajamas so I can curl up on the plane in them). 

 

 

Wish me luck on my first Eurpoean adventure. I can assure all of you that this will not be the only one. :)