WHOA

Right. So I leave America in t-23 hours, and all I've got to say is: I've never been this nervous this early before. I couldn't sleep at all last night, I fell "asleep" at about 1 am and woke up this morning at 6. At least that will help me get up early tomorrow. I leave home for the Albany Airport at 4 30 am.

Anyway, I'm sitting on my bed in my parents' house, typing this blog, and staring at the GIANT duffel bag that is packed and waiting for me to pick it up. Yeah right. I'm actually surprised at how little I packed, and the thing weighs in at a whopping 63 lbs. That's an extra $25 dollars at the gate tomorrow morning, but as my dad keeps pointing out: "I'd rather pay the extra money than be dealing with a couple extra bags. At least this way, you'll only be dealing with a backpack and the duffel." He's right. I'm nervous.

To be honest, the nervousness is overshadowing how excited I really am to be going. Don't let me fool you, kids, I'm wicked excited and I cannot wait...but, that will only show once I'm to, and safely signed aboard, the MV Explorer Friday morning. Gosh, if I get this nervous two days before reaching each port, I'm going to have single-handedly eaten the world's supply of ginger in the form of a steaming cup of stomach-relaxer. I don't think that will happen though. I think I'll be super excited each time we dock in port. WOW. Just saying that makes some excitement shine through the nervous.

Usually in life, I like to assign colors to my emotions. Let's play now. I'd say excitement is a bright canary yellow, and nervousness is a quaking burnt amber. I, then, like to think about what that color looks like in mixed up paint, and... that's not a too bad combination. I'll take it.