This has been the summer of wild blackberries, classic rock radio, rock climbing, dinner parties, epic concerts, new friends, and good times. Rough Raleigh has done me well. I feel like I'm in a very comfortable spot, let's do a metaphor here kids: I feel as though I am sitting in the back of a pick up truck, breeze in my hair, smiles all the way around, and I suddenly fall off- some might say through compulsion- of the truck bed. The question is, do I do one of those sweet Jackie Chan tuck and roll dives off of the truck bed where I instantly, if not miraculously, pop up on my feet and scream "Bring it ON b****es!!", or do I kind of scratch my knees when I fall, make this whining noise, and sit criss cross applesauce on the ground thinking "why are my friends such crappy drivers?"
Hopefully, I'll harness my inner Jackie. and by hopefully, I mean bring it ON.
So, I'm off. My bag is packed, my visa stamped, and I'm ready and rearin' to go.
Nervous? I suppose. Hot Mess? Maybe. Excited? Absolutely.
The trek down to Valdivia will be pretty extensive and includes a whole day of travel. (Punk- "I've been flying all day and my arms are very tired") But I'm sure it will be fine. Can't say I'm too concerned about the whole traveling bit, I started flying internationally when I was 6, Tiffany was 8 and Cody was 4, and traveling alone pretty regularly a short few years later. Customs ain't got nothin' on us! Let's just say I've had my fair share of international flight experience, and this flight to Chile may be long, but hopefully not too daunting of an undertaking. I just hope the weather gets a little bit warmer before I arrive....I can dream :)
Briefly, I just wanted to thank my friends for helping me move my stuff (I swear it would be less if I didn't have all that camping gear), my mom for being patient with me, I gather that I may be a little scatterbrained at the moment, and everyone else for making this summer a memorable chapter.
"There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind."
and I'll leave you with words of wisdom of a dear friend of mine: "Peace and blessings y'all. Where's the turkey?"
With that, I think I'll go to Chile.