5 Days and Counting...

I meant to write this a few days ago, but every time I looked at the blank box I found my mind as empty as my orange suitcase at home. Five days from now I will once again be staring idly out at the Atlantic Ocean from behind a jet plane's port hole window on my way to London, England.

I am a ball of tightly wound, but energetically bouncing, nerves. After a week or so of orientation and class, I will begin my student teaching semester. This will be the biggest event of life - it seperates those who can from those who can't and those that really don't want to. I am so, so exited and thrilled but also completely terrified that I will fail miserably. Beyond that, I worry about trapping myself in another city. Will I like London? Will I find a nice, calm park to unwind? Will I be welcome? Will my family really be upset with the accent change that is bound to happen? My mind is a slew of unanswerable questions.

So I turn then upon the definites:

1. I have 2 days to completely pack up my scattered Boston apartment.
2. I have 2 days of work and plans with friends ahead of me.
3. I have to make a London packing list.
4. I have to remember that my suitcase has a weight limit.
5. I have to book tickets for a show and a social event before I forget.
6. I have to exchange money.
7. I have to unpack and pack by Sunday.
8. I have to spend time with my family and my friends at home.
9. I do actually have to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, the above does little to alleviate my nerves.

In the end, however, I came to Boston University to participate in this program. It is why I am here and it is the key to a job I have only dreamed of. Can I reach a dream and will I want it when I get there? To be completely honest, I have no idea. So instead, I blog instead of pack and wish that I knew and wish that I continued to not know and then wish that I'd stop wishing and then just end up wishing there was a beer in the fridge.

Life is simpler with a beer and a good book curled up in the comfy purple chair in our living room. It would be better than sitting perched on my bed next to an eerily empty moving tote.

Alas, my nerves assail my mind and body while London awaits me. Shall it capture my soul?

I think then, on what a favorite man of mine once said: "When one tires of London, one tires of life."

He hasn't been wrong yet.

Until London,

Ciao!

Fallon