couldn't wait to get going, but wasn't quite ready to leave

The title says it all (it also says "go listen to 'American Honey'" :)).

I am, honestly, incredibly excited to leave. My love for airplane travel has diminished considerably after a disaster-ridden return from London last spring, in which I ended up stranded in NYC for a night, then stuck in Atlanta (or, as I lovingly refer to it, my personal purgatory) for a day. But somehow, I still love flying. Especially the feeling of taking off, being untethered from all the things I own and do. It's just peaceful--the calm before the storm of whatever vacation or event or big life-changing move (ahh!) I happen to be headed to. And okay, I do still enjoy most airports because I just love doin' my own thing in a big crowd--which mostly means getting myself a Starbucks and a girly magazine, waiting by the gate, watching the everyone bustling around me, and daydreaming about wherever I'm going.

And boy am I thrilled to get where I'm going. Obviously, I'm excited for my classes--because who WOULDN'T want to learn Old English? Well, okay, I might be one of a very select group. But I guarantee we're the coolest bunch you'll ever meet (hah). It'll be awesome to catch up my friends, and hang around all my old haunts again. Not to mention the excellent weather! (hah, again. but I do actually like it. For those of you keeping track at home, Christy's Normalcy Points: -2)

But it's scary to think about doing more than a semester. It was awesome, but it was sometimes lonely. And my family is gonna be faaaar far away! I know I only have to last till Christmas, but that's still frickin' long time after living at home since May. So that's got me a little sad. And also, knowing that I may not ever come back to this house (since oh, minor update, we sold our house!). So that's a little weird. But hey-- just another transition, right? This is growing up, I guess.

On the upside, I'm pretty sure that it won't be quite the same kinda loneliness as last time, in that I already have some thoroughly ridiculous and wonderful friends. And (have I mentioned this? I don't think I have) my boyfriend, Greg, is studying Creative Writing in Glasgow this year. Yeah. I'm super proud of him. And also suuuuper happy not to have him across an ocean. He's already there, and every time he mentions things like Tesco and Costa, I get more and more pumped to get back to our favorite country :)

Okay, so maybe I'm ready. Guess I better go get my suitcases packed.