In 12 hours (!!!) I begin my long journey to Spain. Car, bus, plane, taxi, train: I feel like I'm using every mode of transportation to get to what will be my home for the next five months.
I have to admit I'm not feeling any super strong emotions right now. I think apprehension is the main one, to be honest. Sure, I'm excited, but I really have very little idea of what to expect. It's hard to get too excited about something that's somewhat frustratingly vague in your mind. I'm sure my excitement will increase exponentially once I'm there, because right now I'm mostly just trying not to worry about the long and complex trip there — and the intimidating unknown of what awaits me when I arrive.