I leave tomorrow. My flight out of Charlotte leaves at 12:30, so I get to wake up bright and early in order to leave the house at 7:30 A.M. I'll be in Málaga for my orientation at 1 P.M. (local time) on Thursday, September 3. And I'm staring at my half-packed suitcases, wondering how on earth this is happening. I have everything. I think I don't have too much, although we'll see about that. And despite the wonderful, lovely nature of packing lists, I keep thinking there's something I'm forgetting, or will forget. I know I should be excited, but at the moment I'm erring more on the side of fretting nervousness.
In the back of my head, though, I know I'm excited. I'm going to Spain! I get to spend a day in Málaga, where I haven't been before, and then I'm living in Granada. For a semester. Mountains and cobblestone streets and narrow, winding alleys past whitewashed buildings with iron railings for balconies. History: the Alhambra, palace to the Moorish kings; the Albaicín, historic district; the catedrál which houses Ferdinand and Isabella. Fresh-baked bread and olive oil and paella and gelato. And music. Flamenco, Spanish guitar, and a beautiful heritage of Renaissance choral music. It's slightly familiar, thanks to choir tour, and yet so different. I'm thrilled.
I'm also terrified.
I'm going, though. I've dreamed about this for years. I'm afraid of the unknown, of all the uncertainties, but I have to trust that everything will fall into place. Who knows how I'll grow?
See you across the Atlantic!
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