I’m writing this blog entry while sitting in the Dulles international airport at terminal C2. The plane doesn’t board until 4:30 and it’s 3:24 now. I’ve gotten to know the group fairly well by now, but I’ll know them even better after I spend 3 weeks at a language camp. The language camp is in Hansenberg in south Germany. Come August 15th, I’ll be moving away from my American comrades and into my host family where I will learn to assimilate and blend in with the German culture. I will ate the same food they eat, see the same sights they see, breath the same air and try to the best of my abilities to speak their language. Honestly, I am not nervous yet. I’ll be nervous once I get onto the plane and realize that my fate is now beyond sealed. Once the doors to the airplane close, I expect my heart to jump into my throat and strangle me to death. If my heart doesn’t follow through, I’m sure my stomach will be up to it.
What exactly am I leaving behind? I ask myself this question often to reassure myself that, yes, I will miss something. State Street. John, Jina and Katie’s house (as well as their new addition, Chris.) The crazy shenanigans I find myself in every time I hang out with Lyla (Greenville and breaking into the Zoo come into mind.) Kicking Johnny’s ass in Madden. Spending endless amounts of hours with Savannah. This and more is what I will miss. I’m not going to be able to replace this in Germany, but I’m sure I will find a suitable replacement until my return.
The airport has gotten more crowded now, and I feel rude to my fellow travel mates. Wish me the best of luck; I’ll need it.
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