I feel so excited and so scared at the same time. I have wanted to get away for so long that the reality of it is hard to sink in. I keep feeling a pounding in my throat that makes it hard for me to breathe and a mass of worries and thoughts keep tumbling into my mind - "What if we get mugged and loose our money? What if we get lost in Europe? What if someone kidnaps us and eats us? What if we get sold on the black market to drug lords from South America?
All these thoughts seem to be hanging on to me, but overall I know I'm going to be alright. I know crazy shit can happen and I don't think everything will fall perfectly, but it will still just be life. Shit happens. So does happiness and awesome amazement and too-cool-for-words. I think this trip is going to me a mixture of all of those things. Do I kinda want to cry a little and have someone hold me and tell me it will be okay? Yes...definitely. I feel like I've just jumped off a big huge beautiful cliff and that the sun is shining through the waves and they are a beautiful blue green, but the rush of the wind and the drop below is terrifying and I don't know what the water feels like. I am pretty sure though - that I'm going to love it =)
Now, I get to get all my moving plans in order. Say goodbye to Sanpete! After May I'm hoping never again to live here (I'm sure we'll visit) but we are probably going to lay down roots in Oregon until January and then we can move to England (hopefully!). This is either the start to a very big adventure or complete insanity. I'm going for adventure, I've been insane long enough, I'm ready to let it go...
