After a tearful goodbye this morning with my parents, a thirty minute layover in the Chicago airport (where I received my workout for the day, sprinting from one side of the airport to the other with a 35 pound carry-on), a freezing cold flight to Washington DC, and a much needed nap in my hotel room, I was finally able to reunite with some of my favorite CBYX students to share two extra large cheese pizzas on our last night in America. As I sprinkled crushed red pepper flakes onto a slice of pizza, and giggled along with the other girls in the room, I realized these people are dealing with the same anxiety and excitement as I am, and that was extremely comforting.
The days preceding my departure all I heard was "Aren't you so nervous?" and "I can't believe you're leaving your friends and family for a year" and "I would be terrified!" Not exactly great words of encouragement. However, these next ten months will fly by, and before you know it, I will be back home, sharing my stories with everyone.
It is still strange for me to think that I will actually be getting on a plane tomorrow to fly to a place I have only seen pictures of. In the 70s my aunt lived in Germany, and my mom visited her for a couple weeks. I have heard of their adventures, touring the country together, and I cannot wait to have adventures of my own, in a country so loved by my family. My first adventure will begin tomorrow, when I finally head to Germany for ten whole months.
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