Today began very early.
Like crazy early considering the sister and I stayed up talking last
night until about 3:30 am. But I find
that when I am getting ready to travel, no matter the medium, sleep does not
come easily. So I was up at 5:00, and
then again at 7:30, and then for the final time at 8:30. I quickly finished my packing (seriously, who
actually likes to pack and does not procrastinate it until the last
minute?).Then it was on to Omaha to catch my first flight of the day, to
Denver, where I had a 9 hour layover.
People watching all afternoon was enjoyable; you never know when someone
is going to do something crazy, so you must be vigilant in your creeping. But it is now about 2.5 hours until I board
my flight to Costa Rica, and I decided that I should start a journal about my
experiences. Since this is a bit of a
free fall for me (traveling completely alone for the first time), it might
sound like I am talking to myself quite frequently in the next few weeks of
entries. Maybe I will post this, maybe
not. I’ll read back through and decide
later. The biggest thing that I am
feeling right now is a bit of surrealism;
the fact that I am headed solo for a great adventure is beginning to
sink in. Hopefully, I will be up to the
task I have given myself, and I won’t crash and burn. But with that in mind, I believe that it is
better to go down in flames than burn out.
Rubber duck out.
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