Just Dance

I have one week until I depart to Greece. I have so much on my mind about what to bring! I am trying to remember the things I disliked about the clothes I brought or the things I could not find that I needed while traveling. Luckily, most of the items I can find somehow…depending if they have pictures on the labels of what they are, or have the same American products.

My feelings on leaving again: Nervous. When I left last May, I had no idea what I was getting into. But I was so tired of the routine life I had and not having the opportunity to get where I wanted to be..basically I was wasting my own potential. So the idea of going off somewhere outweighed the feeling of nervousness. Now I know I will be gone for half a year. I know what to expect. It is a different kind of nerves.

One thing I am sick of, however, is thinking ahead to much. In Europe, everyone is calm, chill; they go with the flow and enjoy life. When asked what is going to happen in 6 months time..no one cares. But coming back to America, I have fallen back into the pattern of trying to plan every little detail what I am going to do after 6 months abroad.

What, may you ask, is my final answer about what I am going to do?

Dance.