I leave from Dayton tomorrow morning.
Just like the night before any trip anywhere, I'm nervous and excited. Schmeese told me on the phone that I didn't sound excited, and if she were in my place, she'd be going crazy. Trust me, I'm going crazy on the inside. I've got that feeling in my stomach like you get on one of those drop rides at amusement parks. I'm basically at the top (it's taken a while to get here), but tomorrow I begin the long freefall and I have no idea when that'll stop.
Anyone who's lived with me knows that I'm a ridiculous slave to routine. (An aside: Not to say I can't be spontaneous, but I feel that to be truly spontaneous, you have to have some kind of routine from which to deviate.) I get ready the same way every morning, I leave for class at the same time every day right down to the minute, and I prepare for bed the same way every night. I think what I'm most nervous about is that period of freefall where for a while there is no routine and then the awkward period of trying to find what works. Some may say this need for routine borders on psychotic (these would be my roommates). They are entitled to their opinion.
I don't want this to be some kind of nebulous experience. I'd like there to be some kind of routine so that I can say that I lived there. I'm not going to be a tourist and sleep in every day and then wander around the city for a bit. I'm an adult, and I'm going to live as an adult in this new city. I'm looking forward to being part of my host family, whatever shape they take.
Really, I've got far more things to look forward to than to be nervous about. Plus, I get to fly, and that's always fun. I go Dayton-Dulles-Heathrow-St. Petersburg. I have no idea when I'll be able to post again, but hopefully it won't fall by the wayside.
Bon voyage, me.
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