This is going to be short and sweet. I leave for Italy in only a few short days. Yes, I really did just type I-t-a-l-y into my last sentence. As in Italia, as in the place I've been dreaming of since I was a child, the place I have always wanted to go. I'm actually going. This is actually happening. It seems too surreal. There are so many different thoughts and emotions going through my head all at once. Excitement and anxiety are the two major ones, but there are other little ones that are constantly popping in and out. Little spasms of terror pop in every once in a while at the idea of the amount things that could go wrong. Giddiness overtakes me occasionally at the thought of all the new experiences to come. Relief fills me briefly because the time for my departure is finally nearing. Then pride at what I am going to accomplish, and all the preparation I have put into it slides into my mind.
I am ready! I am jumping into this opportunity without any real expectations. Basically, I don't really know what to expect once I get to Italy. I can guess, or make up scenarios about what it will be like. For the first time in my life I am jumping into a situation without any expectations and that is, dare I say it, thrilling. So, Arrivaderci ! Next stop Roma!!
