Since I was in seventh grade I was convinced that I’d eventually get to study abroad in Spain. I even took 6 years of Spanish classes in preparation for the day I’d finally be getting on a plane to Spain (the rain in Spain falls mainly on the…oh wait…wrong “plain”…back to my point). I spent the last year looking at programs and classes I could take abroad in Spain.
But I’m not going to Spain. I’m going to Uganda.
No, that’s not a joke. I’m really actually going to Uganda…and I’m still trying to convince myself that it’s for real going to happen – tomorrow. Now why in the world would I spend all this time planning to go to Spain and then completely throw it out the window and go some place that sounds completely insane? The truth is, I have no idea. All I know is that it’s a rare opportunity, something unique and I’m just going to go with it. I think one of the best feelings in the world is when I’m going some place and everything is new and so overwhelmingly awesome, I get this sweet feeling where I want to feel, touch, see, smell and learn absolutely everything. My automatic response to things starts being, “No idea – let’s do it!” and “just go with it”. And the best part is, I’m going to feel like this for a whole two weeks and I’m going to remember it for the rest of my life.