Preparation

I am not even sure yet that I am going to  make a blog, but I'm just going to try it out for now. No offense to the habitual bloggers, but I have always seen them as a little silly for normal, everyday people like me. They have a very justifiable purpose for some, however, I don't feel that I have something special enough to share to have a blog. Furthermore, I'm not convinced that people care what I am doing, how I am spending my time, or a play by play of my life, but here goes nothing. If nothing else, this can be a little piece of comfort for my lovely father, to ensure him that I am safe, happy and healthy, while in an entirely different world from the one in which he is currently inhabiting. And maybe something I look back at fondly sometime in my future.

The time has yet to even arrive and I am already nervous. Currently, sitting in my kitchen with my wonderful puppies and stepmother, I have butterflies. I am not quite sure what all the nerves are about, or where they are coming from, but my guess is that they result from the following: a fear of the unknown, a fear of being forgotten, fear of the change/changes that I will inevitably experience being in another country for 4 months, fear of missing out, and fear of not having easy access to the people I care most about in this world. At this point, however, I know that all my fears are normal, but that they must be set aside in order to avoid letting them be detrimental to what should be the most amazing experience of my life. Despite the fact that I am undeniably more nervous than I have ever been, I am also more excited than I ever imagined I could be for the adventure that is to come and all that it will include.