So, here I am, waiting for the next 15 minutes until my flight starts boarding. First to Washington, D.C., then over the pond to Heathrow and London. In all honesty, it still hasn't fully hit yet, the fact that I'll be in another country for the next several months. Granted, I've packed considerably more than I normally do for trips, but it still doesn't seem real that I'll be doing everything in not-U.S. It's started to sink in, however. Looking around my room after everything was jammed away in luggage, my desk cleared of miscellaneous papers and receipts, and all the rest of it; that was slightly unsettling. And I didn't say good-bye to my siblings: I was packing until late, and by the time I left my room they'd already gone to bed; it doesn't quite seem real that I won't be seeing them either for a while, at least not in person. That's why God invented Skype.
So here I am, sitting in a peeling leather seat in front of my gate, typing away next to complete strangers, and I can tell that a part of me still thinks that I'll be coming back in a couple of days, maybe after the weekend's out. My plane ticket says otherwise, so I'll just wait for Heathrow for the rest of me to catch up with the itinerary. I can tell this is gonna be one helluva trip.
Oh, and for all y'all who may complain about the new full-body scans: just be quiet. They're not that bad at all. Just a little buzzing noise that goes away before it gets annoying.
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