Thrilled! Excited! Anxious!

Countdown: 3 days until I leave for San Antonio, Texas to visit with my most favorite cousin of all time. And when does it hit me? In the middle of my work morning just a matter of days before I am supposed to leave. So what does this mean? I have yet to even think about all the things I need to prepare before my departure to cowboy-land.

Sure, I could just be carefree and throw a bag of clothes and basic necessities to get me by and say "what happens, happens!" or..."you know, I needed a new wardrobe anyways...southern belle here I come!". But these are neither of my personality types. Most likely you will find me the morning of my flight frantically washing my favorite pair of jeans and making sure my phone is charged. As my mother would say, it's tradition!

Not to mention the homework I should be catching up on, and the laundry list of things for work that I should be leaving behind (here’s my pile of projects, here is what people will call complaining about, and I will be bringing cookies on Monday for leaving you for an entire week). I guess I never realized just how much I will be leaving behind me for an entire week.  

But on the brighter side, I am finally getting that ecstatic butterfly feeling in my stomach. Have I really grown up so much that I don’t get excited about WEEK-long trips to a foreign state where I get to see someone I haven’t seen in over a year!? At what point in my life did I stop liking the idea of just leaving my world for 7 fun-filled days of bliss without having the worry of waking up early to go to work, or trying to make myself go to bed early in order to do so?

I am hoping on this trip I will find my inner-child that has been locked under work, school and the mundane repetition of everyday life. Hopefully I will be able to keep that light alive as I make my way back after the trip and have to dive into reality once more. But for now I will work on what has become one of my own trip-traditions: making an amazing list of things I need but never using it. Who knows, maybe this will be the trip where I do.

Picture: This was taken when I was very young. In it is Felisha (whom I am visiting), Cassie (her sister), Nicole (MY sister), and myself. This is how you would typically find us anytime we were together. We were the same age groups and were usually left to entertain ourselves. And that we did.

Shy Rambler