In the morning I leave on a fourteen hour flight to go here.

I used to be pretty mystic about traveling, but now that I've done it so much I don't really feel that way anymore -- it's just a longer, more annoying version of getting in a car. Except this time, I kind of feel the way I felt the first time I got on a flight and the plane lifted into the sky. Nervous, afraid, giddy, excitable, happy. Having no idea what's going to happen next. It's going to be an adventure for sure, and I'm looking forward to having it.