It's Not All Excitement Anymore

11 Days until I get in my car with my family and drive to Chicago to catch my flight to Rome. And now I am getting all the same basic questions...

"When do you leave?"

"Are you excited?" or "I bet you are excited!!"

To which I respond,

"August 25th"

"Oh Yes! I can't wait!"

But inside, my head is screaming, "Of course you are excited Megan, but you are just as freaked out!"

I feel like I deserve some nervousness and hesitation at this point. This isn't a quick vacation I'm going on here, this is living in another country for almost 4 months. I feel like I'm starting all over again. I'm starting school all over again. Not knowing where to go or anyone I'm with. And for an introvert like me, that is unnerving.

But isn't that what travel is all about? Going somewhere and not knowing the language, the customs, or anyone that can help you-- but you go anyways?

So yes, sometimes I can't sleep at night and I run downstairs and sit out on the deck looking at the stars thinking, wouldn't it be easier to stay at home?

Of course it would.

But I had the same doubts the week leading up to going to Loyola. And that didn't stop me. It was not always an easy ride these past two years, but it was one of the best decision I have ever made.

I think this will be the next best decision I have ever made.

Screw the hesitation, I'm getting on that plane.

In the words of Eat Pray Love, Attraversiamo!

Yes, let's cross over that big ocean. Roma, here I come.

Ciao bella