As much as I like to think I live in the present, there is a big part of me that always looks to the future. Whether tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or weeks/months away, I like to have something to look forward to. It just hit me that within a few days, I won’t be able to keep telling people I’m leaving in October. Yep, that’s right, I will be saying, “I’m leaving next month!” That alone gets my heart racing. Before I know it, my dad will be singing (well, his version of singing), “don’t, stop, thinking about tomorrow, yesterday’s gone…” In one sense, time seems to be flying and in another sense, time seems to be at a standstill. It’s a pretty interesting dichotomy, but regardless of speed, I hope to enjoy every moment, now and in the future.
In 2 months from today, I will be in New York, beginning my journey to Espana. I’m thankful my dad is going to accompany me to New York because I highly doubt my seat neighbor on the plane will want to wipe my tears and console me from the traumatic goodbye I expect. Now that I think of it, I’m sure he won’t either, but it’s his dad duty I guess. I know the goodbye is not forever, but, just like Lloyd in “Dumb and Dumber,” I hate goodbyes. It’s just not my thing. I can bite my lip for only so long before the tears start flowing. Oh the joys. But I know when one door closes another opens and Spain is a big door with a lot of opportunity that will hopefully come knockin’.