Tomorrow morning I leave for Scotland.
It really is nearly a whole day’s flight. Leaving the west coast in the morning, I arrive in Scotland in the afternoon, the next day. Traveling time, including layovers, is 18 hours total. It’ll be intense.
And one more twist–my mom can’t come, because the fees are now too high to buy her ticket. So I’ll be going on my first flight alone, and it’s international, the second-longest flight I’ve ever been on. The longest was probably from here to Rome, about five years ago when I went on a Europe trip with my classmates.
I’ve spent the past day packing up my whole room, to either store or bring with me or send via snail mail. I’ve cried a little, stressed a lot, took a break, and felt better. As I wrote in my journal, I’m excited beyond words, but it’s hidden behind anxiety. I think I’m as prepared as I can be, though, so I’m sure I’ll be alright.
Short blog today, and no picture–I need to devote my time to packing and other details. If I can’t fit in a blog tomorrow, it’s probably because I’m traveling. But never fear, I’ll come back the next day with a lot to share.
At the moment, I have my music on random, and this song started playing:
“I’m going home, to the place where I belong… be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it all…” – Home, by Daughtry. Yes, the meaning of the song as a whole is different from these lines out of context, but I can’t help relating it to how I feel about this trip.