So tomorrow begins the long journey. The weekend in New York and then Switzerland. I've felt anxious the last couple of weeks, but the last few days have been so busy and slept so little that it seems like I've hardly had the time to feel anything. I'm feeling it now though. Tonight was a little send off party/birthday party. It was so good to be able to see most of my friends before I go. Thanks to all of you that came.
I once told someone that I love "eves." The night before something can be such a cool time. Christmas Eve is my favorite night of the year. This is an eve. Tomorrow is the beginning of something that I'll never forget. It's pretty unknown and therefore a little scary. The anxiety is there a little--and in the past couple of weeks it's been fluctuating between anxious dread and anxious excitement. When I really pray and think about it, there is so little to be dreadful of--but I will miss my friends and a lot of aspects of my life here.
There is so much to be excited about though. Adventure. Would it be adventurous if it wasn't a little scary? Well then I sure am glad that I'm feeling that fear. But oh how hope prevails so much more.