This has become a habit. I am staying up late, and still waking up early. My bed is always calling, but I seem to ignore it. I wait until wee hours of the morning to creep into bed - yet, still I lay. I do not fall asleep right away. I think. think. think.
I can't pin-point what I'm thinking about. Mostly, I suppose, about the life I'll live in Africa. I'm also getting homesick which is very odd. I don't know if I've ever been homesick since I was little. And when I say little - I mean since I was living in Kingwood :: that's before 3rd grade! I'm also thinking about packing - yet, I haven't been able to bring myself to start loading up my possessions...really, my life. I think that's what's holding me back - I don't want to pack my life I know into boxes just yet.
Time is passing, and I'm refusing to acknowledge the fact. I am not second-guessing my decision, I just didn't think it would come this quickly.
My eyelids are heavy.
Yet my heart is still fluttering with excitement.
and terror.
Hey Lauren,
ReplyDeleteI got your post on my blog the other day, it's certainly nice to see other people who are going to be heading to Burkina at the same time! It looks like we (as well as many others I'm sure) are having some of the same thoughts right about now. For now, back to the French lessons and I guess I will see you on Monday!
-Emily