I'm sitting on the plane right now. Even though I'm sniffling with a cold and can barely keep my eyes open (I think a total of 5 hours of sleep in the last two days) I'm beyond excited. This is happening, it's so happening right now. It's as real as getting squished with two other people on the left hand side of this plane, so close I know what kind of deodorant the guy uses.
Okay I don't but my point is, it's happening. When I was in the security check and surrounded by four guards at 5 am--wasn't so sure it was happening. Seriously, my BOOTS looked suspicious enough for them to radiate my poor body 3 times. That actually scared me...I mean, I just got these boots and my mind went immediately to, maybe they were sold to me with some hidden drugs laced throughout the leather or something. Why was I pulled aside and surrounded? Gahhh Oh yeah and one security lady asked me what was inside of my travel guitar case. She said it looked a lot like a gun case. Then she eyed me suspiciously as I gave a very nervous giggle. Because I would bring THAT to the airport. Anyways, I digress. I wish I could say getting to this point has been a piece of cake--well actually I don't. The journey has been incredible, with both it's peaks and valleys, paranoid airport people included. I don't think I would trade any of these lows In for a turbulence free ride. Haha the plane puns might become a thing. Anyways. Last night, I was recounting the story of how this all came about to a friend, and I got emotional when I realized how many people it has taken to get me here. Sure, I might be the one sipping some watered-down coffee from this styrofoam cup 30 thousand feet above the earth--but I wouldn't be if it weren't for my community. The gratefulness I feel towards all these people who have supported this is almost overwhelming. I hope that every outcome of this trip is a reflection of that gratefulness. I feel so blessed, and humbled, and I can't wait to learn and grow and give. In bout 15 hours I will be landing in Ireland, alone, and free to adventure there for 6 days. Then I'll hop on another plane and head to Prague, my new temporary home. I'll be in school for a month, taking and Oxford TEFL course, learning how to teach English. From there...it is a complete and total mystery. I don't know what country I'll take a job in, who I'll meet, and what experiences lie ahead. But I want to write them down and share them none the less :) I think I'm going to mimic the drooling girl next to me and try to rest up a bit now...but I want everyone who is reading this from home to know I miss you terribly already. It probably has been the hardest thing I've ever done, to leave you all behind. A really comforting thought to me, and bare this I know it's cheesy, is when we look up at the stars, we are connected under the same big sky. (Please overlook the 9 hour time difference;). Even from a world apart we can be connected. :) Okay, much love to you, I'll write again soon! Kayla |
HelloMy name is Kayla.
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