I have a lot of feelings as I head to the airport to begin the experience that is CR10. First, how on earth is freshman year already over? And how did I make it out with my head held high and not stumbling around like a newborn deer, the way I usually do?
Second, my bag is definitely over 50 pounds. I did my best, but I couldn’t make it under. There was just no way. Okay maybe there was a way, but I couldn’t find it, so here we are. So I’m praying I get a nice baggage check lady who will let it slide, or else I’ll be wandering around the airport with three pairs of shoes on and a rain jacket when it’s 80 degrees and sunny. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Speaking of that definitely-overweight-bag, I’m concerned already about my ability to carry it around. It’s massive and I am notoriously weak. My arms are pool noodles. I didn’t prepare well for this.
However, while there may be an ocean of concern crashing through my head about my suitcase and my passport and whether I brought enough socks (I don’t think I did), it is all drowned out by the excitement I have for the experience I am about to take part in. The anticipation has been building for weeks, and now that it’s finally here I can hardly believe it. I thought I’d be more freaked out, but I’m mainly just excited to reunite with everyone and set out on our adventure in the most ncredible cities.
I’m anxious, terrified, and completely blind, and yet for some reason I’m not panicking. I think the reason may be Dr. P and the amazing foundation he has laid with past CR alums. Or the anti-anxiety meds I’m taking so I don’t freak out on the flight. I hate flying over water. Remember that Malaysian flight? Where the heck is it?
Anyway, I’m filled to the brim with excitement and I truly can’t wait to begin this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Everyone keeps telling me it’ll be life-changing; with Dr. P, I have no doubt it will be.
See you later, America. I’ll bring back
some good stories to tell you.