And it's one for the money... Two for the show... Three to get ready...

Holy schnikes. It seemed like just yesterday teaching abroad and Thailand was just an amusing idea-- Now concrete and formulated, bag packed and busting at the seams-- it has become reality. I find myself getting sentimental over little things: a ring my mother gave me from Czech Republic, the smell of Erik, An old T-shirt I've had for years, seams worn and tattered, but snug in all the right places. I love to move on. I love to be able to go. To leave. To grow. But it is always hard when it comes down to the last minute... You think you are leaving nothing, that there wasn't anything here that was inspiring you to be more than comfortable... but then you say goodbye and it hits you in the face like wrinkles when you're older, unsuspecting.
I am excited to go. I'm thrilled to be able to do this adventure with someone I love. But I'm going to miss some people more than they might ever know. I'm going to miss their growth and development and it chokes me up to think that I'm not going to be there.
I downsized my closet aproximately 10 times, and again as I packed and it wouldn't all fit. It is so hard to move your entire life into a duffle bag and a carry on. How thrilling? My life has become one checked bag and a carry-on-- beautiful.
I'm going to miss breakfast: runny eggs, bacon, homefries. But I am going to appreciate a whole new taste. I hope I can correspond with you all and share it with you.
...And here we go....