Countdown

I'm laying at home in my queen sized bed and I'm realizing I'll only be back here one more time before I fly to Spain. The trip that once was a year a way and then 6 months away is now somewhere in the 30s for a countdown. My flight is purchased, leaving January 6th from Milwaukee and returning a few weeks after my program is finished, allowing me to be back in the states by June 1st.

 I can feel the energy moving through me every time I see a plane fly above me, I look up and think of the 50 people flying through the air. They have the potential to be going anywhere, and that is the most beautiful thing. The nervousness is just as tangible; every time I see a goodbye hug, or a departing smile I worry about that moment in the airport with my friends and family. As scary as it sounds, all great things in my life, whether it be people or places that I've fallen in love with, have all began with the unknown.

 I'm ready to feel the heartbeat of a new city, let the food fill my stomach and the music tickle my ears. I'm ready for my feet to feel the cobblestone and get tangled and twisted over one another as I attempt to learn the flamenco. Its scary & distant now, but in the grand scheme of things 5 months is nearly nothing, and I will not be wasting it.