May 13, 2012
I’ve been a pathetic excuse for a blogger recently. Between working at TJ’s, substitute teaching, and a full course load at Ball State, I just haven’t found much time for writing. But with a four-hour layover, I don’t have much of an excuse today. And for the three of you out there who have actually missed my posts, it looks like I might be giving you something to read again here in the next couple of months. We’ll see. I know you’ve heard that before. It’s okay, I wouldn’t take my word for it either.
In about three hours now, my feet will be leaving the ground and they won’t land on American turf again until July. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around being away from home that long. And if I know me at all, I won’t be able to fathom it until it’s over.
Honestly, I have made and broken so many plans over the years that it’s hard to believe big things are going to happen to me until they actually do. I’m hundreds of miles from where I woke up at home in Indiana this morning, and yet I’m still not convinced that I’ll really be going to sleep over the Atlantic tonight. I think I’ll believe it when I see the coastline disappear behind me.
And I hate that. It makes me sound so skeptical. You know?
I wonder if anybody else feels the same way. I wonder if I’ll always feel this way. Maybe enough big things will eventually happen to me that I’ll begin to take these things in stride. Two months abroad? Sure, that sounds like my life. It’s not like I’ve had a boring life. I’ve been on more adventures than most people my age, but the excitement has never worn off. I still say, Me? Really? —flattered by Life every time an adventure comes my way.
So maybe it’s not skepticism at all. Maybe it’s just wonder.