Going...Going... Gone.

My alarm went off at 8:30 this morning. I always confuse my alarm with my text messages, as they have the same tone (not on purpose; my phone is a piece of a crap and I can do nothing about this). So I rolled over, thinking "who did I forget to say good-bye too that is freaking out so bad they have to text me at 8am?!"

Days like this, leaving on a big adventure, people often (ok, always and constantly) ask if you're excited. Well, of course I'm excited, but do you know what kind of day I'm in for today? One and a half hours driving to O'Hare, another hour waiting for my flight, two hour flight to Newark, three hour layover in Newark, six hour flight (overnight) to Belfast. It can be a little exhausting to be excited that whole time!

But of course, I am, and nervous, and scared, and apprehesive, and curious, and ready. I could probably find a reason to say that I feel almost every human emotion there is right now, except perhaps anger. But, give me time.

To all of you I haven't spoken to or couldn't quite connect with in time (Lexi, I'm sorry! Worst game of phone tag EVER!), know that I am thinking of you. Each of you are part of who I am, so you'll never be far away. For those of you who wish you could come with me, I hope you read this blog and see my pictures and are happy, and know that it's never too late to begin your own adventure.

Lots and lots of love and nervous hugs,

Liz(zy)

written by

ebienelson on January 19, 2009 from Thiensville, United States

from the travel blog: "She is the Belle of Belfast City..."

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