Wasn't that some fun alliteration?
Where to begin.
Well first off Justin Bieber has a movie coming out about his rise to terrifying teen stardom called ‘Never Say Never’…in 3-D. Let that one soak in for a bit.
Let it be known this is not the planned freak out post that was supposed to happen right before I left. I knew this would happen. I’m not actually going to panic until either:
1) I’m on the plane to Amman and realize the full gravity of everything or
2) Sometime after I get there, 5 minutes or three days in, and I remember that I don’t know any Arabic and just generally don’t know a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g.
1) I’m on the plane to Amman and realize the full gravity of everything or
2) Sometime after I get there, 5 minutes or three days in, and I remember that I don’t know any Arabic and just generally don’t know a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g.
Alas, being a tad on the neurotic side I over-planned my freak out post and scheduled to be writing it now and would freak out if I did not indeed write it now in its reserved time. It makes sense in my head, I promise.
It must be addressed. What is going on in the Middle East right now?? Tunisia, then Egypt, Lebanon, and now something about Palestine and Syria was it? It’s hard to keep track. CNN gives more airtime to pianos on sandbars and fluffy animals than I ever thought a legitimate news station could pull off without viewer complaints. Nevertheless, NPR set me straight a bit and I’m sure I’ll understand things better on the flip side when I’m actually there.
I’m so excited/terrified to meet my host family. I hope they don’t think I’m utterly insane/annoying. Did I mention how much I’m going to miss Texas? I forget how much I like it here until the prospect of leaving is overwhelming. It really is the best state ever. A last minute trip to San Antonio for a much needed “get-your-mind-off-of-leaving-and-generally-chill-out” drive was the best remedy for impending panic. I mean, what’s not to love about this view for 2 and ½ hours and good music (Emory Quinn if you’d like to know)? Beautiful.
Also, probably my most favorite photo of my parents ever from a good last night in the states.
Alrighty, I have a very important date with a bathtub that involves copious amounts of lavender…are lavender comas possible? Who knows, alas, I have nothing left to type except:
1) I hope to all get out that my flights are okay and I don’t for some reason end up in Podunk, Kansas tomorrow and
2) HOLY CRAP I’m going to JORDAN tomorrow!!!!!!! Who would have ever thought I’d be studying abroad at all? Then again who’d have thought I’d ever be in a sorority… or that I would have gone to school in Texas. High school Sarah would have laughed in my face at all of this.
2) HOLY CRAP I’m going to JORDAN tomorrow!!!!!!! Who would have ever thought I’d be studying abroad at all? Then again who’d have thought I’d ever be in a sorority… or that I would have gone to school in Texas. High school Sarah would have laughed in my face at all of this.
I just spoke about myself in the third person, it’s definitely time to end this post. See y’all on the other side! Or in the London airport if my layover becomes insufferable ;)
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