It's a random Tuesday night, the week before finals, and I'm sitting on my extremely comfortable bed trying to picture myself in Italy. Here's the odd thing: I can't.
Over the past few months you would think I would be constantly thinking about leaving and being anxious and excited, but that's not the case. Don't get me wrong, I am very thrilled and very much looking forward to this experience I'm about to take on, but I haven't given it much thought.
I remember sophomore year of high school beginning to look into colleges on those websites where you check marked what activities and clubs you wanted your "dream" school to have. On every search I always made sure they had a study abroad program. If the school didn't have the option, I knocked it to the bottom of my list.
While most people my age in high school were saving up for cars or material things, I put my money into my savings account, knowing it would go to good use when I would study abroad. And boy am I glad I did that!
Lone behold, here I am with a month and two days left until I step foot onto that airplane which will take me away from my comfort zone.
Maybe it's the fact I've been so consumed with writing articles for my RPA class and being an editor this semester that I haven't given it much thought.
Tonight as I sit back and think about being oversees I get the butterflies. This is something I've wanted for so long and it's finally happening.
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