n. the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together, wanderlust
I guess this describes how I feel. Today is August 18, 2015, the day before my departure. (Well, technically it’s August 20, 2015, but I was late updating. So, this is just a part of the rapid updates.) It took me a week to pack only because I wouldn’t let things go, and I didn’t know what to bring, but now, I’m ready. For the last two days, I said my goodbyes to teachers and friends, giving them this blog address. (For those who wish to know, I also started a Flickr account. I’ll be posting more pictures there as well.)
Preparing to leave was actually pretty hectic. In order for me to run track in the spring of 2016, I had to have five fall credits. So, my athletic director and counselor “confined” me in, what we call, the den for credit recovery. There, I worked my butt off, completing four courses in the matter of a week and a half. I had to complete Art History, Art History second Semester, Digital Arts, and Family and Consumer Science. (Easy right?) I also had to take my written Japanese final before leaving as well as start a college application and fax in college fee waivers.
To my surprise, my dad told me that I was being interview by the Yorktown press just out of the blue. And for a second, I wish he had told me a lot sooner than the night before the interview because a friend wanted to hang out with me before I left. Nonetheless, I really had a blast talking to my interviewer. We had so many laughs! He was really nice, and I could tell that he really loved what he did.
After the interview, I really wanted to spend as much time with friends and family. So, I went over to a friend’s house for an hour, and we merely talked about my leaving and how life was going. We even played a bit of Guitar Hero! Still, I could really tell that they were going to miss me. After, I went home and finished what little packing I had left before calling my brother and telling him that I was leaving.
For one last task in the day, I wrote a letter to my parents for them to read when I’m gone. On my flight to Japan, I plan to write my goals for this journey.
Wow. What a busy day. But tomorrow, tomorrow and then on will be memorable.