Is there anything as anxious as starting on a trip? Once you're off, that's alright, but the last moments are earthquake and convulsions, and the feeling that you are a snail being pulled off your rock. (Anne Morrow Lindbergh)
This preparation is such a funny thing. When I think of it on the surface, I tell myself, "What's the big deal?" Grab your pack, a few clothes, those books that have been begging to be read for the past year (ok, maybe more than a year and no one talks about them anymore, but I've heard they're worth reading), don't forget your passport, and just GO!
Of course, I want to get in those last few hikes, my favorite bike rides, see my friends just one more time, oh yeah....learn how to upload photos, figure out how to do a blog, practice using my new camera, passively practice my French and stay hopeful that my junior high French class with Mrs. Goven will come flooding back to me when I need it most, and of course this is the perfect time to finish my kitchen remodel!
So, the small tremors continue and the snail in me prepares to let go of the rock!
