And Here We Go

December 28^th began with rising early at 6am after only four hours of sleep.  It’s weird, it’s hard to sleep the night before you uproot your life and move to another city, no scratch that, country.  After the five hour drive to Chicago we finally arrive at the airport where I proceed to already struggle with checking myself in.  I leave my passport and wallet on the counter and look away from it, and am then instantly met with a lecture from my mom and Netti about my things being stolen.  Lesson noted.  I sit with my mom and Netti on the airport floor (classy, I know) and wait until my friend Ingrid, who I’m traveling to Barcelona with, arrives.  She checks in and it’s time to go through security.  I think this is one of the moments I’ve been dreading most, the last goodbye.  Once I say this, that’s it.  I’m leaving and there’s no turning back, not that there was really turning back once I paid the excessively large fee for the program anyways.  Either way, though saying goodbye to my mom was hard, I didn’t turn into the sobbing wreck of a person I though I would.  I’m pretty sure I was just too tired at this point to have emotions.  With one last wave to my mom, I turn and go through security, and we’re on our way.  Barcelona, ready or not, I’m coming for you.