It is Sunday night, my penultimate eve in Wheaton before the adventure commences.
For the most part, I am packed to a satisfactory degree. How does one really ever know all that will be needed in the next three months? That's where faith enters in, I suppose. I've packed socks and outfits, tea and granola bars, and the extra duffel bag packed to accommodate the purchases that will undoubtedly occur. :)
I was blessed by the opportunity last week to see my Philadelphia family before I leave. I made the full drive out there solo, in one long day. The resulting sensation of success was fantastic--plus I got two whole days with cousins, aunts and uncles, and grandparents. Not to mention a visit to Eastern, where I spent a lovely afternoon with friends and future schoolmates, enjoying the beautiful campus once again.
I had a brief lapse into teariness tonight--just suddenly blindsided by the bigness of what I am soon to be attempting. But as a friend told me then, sometimes I just don't get it. Three months against the backdrop of a lifetime? Nothing. In the end, I bet I'll wish it could have been much longer.
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