Embarking

And so this thing I call my future begins.

I'm here at the airport, and a number of things have run through my head in the past hour. Since this is my blog, I guess I have the liberty of sharing my thoughts. How nice.

1. Airports are really not that bad of an inconvenience. I mean, sure, the government rules on what you're allowed to bring, how much, and why, but we are flying in their air. I have to admit, I thought air was the one thing you can't possess. Anyways. All you have to do is not come to the airport all blinged out with 30 pounds of jewelry (like the Jamaican in front of me who was screaming bloody murder because he had to take off his Jesus chain), wear easy to take off shoes, and be ready for a frisk. Not that bad to me.

2. I feel like I'm going on vacation. It might be a problem when all I can think of is all the trips I'll be making and not all the studying I should be doing. Then again, you stick me in a country I'm absolutely head over heels for, tell me it's only $40 to fly to other countries, and expect me to say, "Oh ok. Let me just get back to reading my How to be a Cum Laude College Graduate When it Won't Matter After You Graduate book." Right.

3. I'm with my almighty family. We, a Dominican family of aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, and daughter, are going to England. Right now as I look around those sitting at our gate, we stick out like a wounded, neon-colored elephant in the middle of a cave filled with lions that haven't eaten since the beginning of time. Everyone is white. Not only white, but English. My countrymen don't look too excited at the fact that they will be traveling for the next 12 hours with us.

So that's my contribution to society. I haven't focused at all on the fact that I won't be seeing my Dutch baby until December, or that Apopka and all it's excitement will be moving on without me.

Love you long time,
Me.