Less Than 24 Hours
A certain someone said he was going to search my blog for mentions of him.
A certain someone complained when I tried to give bunny ears to the cup of coffee he was taking a picture of.
A certain someone pissed me off that he wouldn’t date a woman who was saving herself for marriage.
In well less than 24 hours now I will be on a plane to Germany! Eep!
I’m basically packed for my three weeks in Europe. I think I fit everything into one carry on size backpack (with room to spare plus I didn’t even touch the detachable bag it came with so I have plenty of room for souvenirs) and a small messenger bag/purse. The purse is heavy because I have 2 cameras and 20 rolls of film in it.
I don’t think I ever wrote about this so I am going to do it now.
A few quarters ago in my travel writing class I wrote an essay about taking a gondola ride in the Venetian in Vegas. Basically the essay was about how I’d always dreamt of being “taken” to Europe. I always dreamed of it as a romantic adventure where I’d go with the love of my life and get to experience it with that person and have them show me this amazing place.
In a week, I’ll be in Venice, staring out over the real thing.
I almost didn’t want to go to Europe because I still thought kind of felt this way.
But I think that something has completely changed in me. Maybe I’m becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be. The kind of person who someone else could look at and think damn she’s amazing. Or better yet, that I can think of myself and think damn, I’m amazing. And maybe I’m the kind of person who some day will lead the love of my life through Europe. And maybe I like that idea even more.