Wow. I am still in disbelief that at this time, one week from today, I will be somewhere in Venice. I will have travelled from Phoenix to Newark, NJ, and spent my three and a half hour layover in gift shops, gathering magnets and postcards for my children, and sports bars sampling the local fare and sipping a celebratory beverage, while repeatedly thinking or exclaiming, "Oh my Goddess, I am really going to Italy!"
I will have then flown from Newark to Zurich, equipped with earplugs, headphones, a sleep mask, and J.K.'s extremely boring audiobook, Citizen something to lull me into a if-I-don't-sleep-I-won't-survive slumber. I will have packed as much fun and exploration as possible into my 1.5 hour layover, and have approximately 127 new photos on my phone, ready to upload to GrooveBook.
I will have cleared customs, had my passport punched, found my Tour Director, checked in to my hotel, met the fifteen other people in my group, and decided who I will avoid and who I will play with. Most importantly, I will have laughed. I will have loved. And, I will know that everything is, and will continue to be, fantastic.
I have finally hit that point where I have so many loose ends to take care of, and instructions to leave for the hubby, that I have no time to worry. Instead, I am excited, focused, and yes, calm.
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