Well, my friends, I’m going. This is real life and I couldn’t be more excited. I have absolutely no idea what kind of plans God’s got in store for me but I’ve got a great feeling about this trip. I’ve always wanted to see the world and this is step one. I finished up the last of my exams on Wednesday and ever since, I’ve been alternating between that state of constant laziness that sets in when college students get home and a frenzied panic about my habitual packing procrastination. In between the unpacking process and the packing process, it’s safe to say that my basement looks like one of the cyclones that my traveler’s alert warned me about ran through it. I’m just hoping that I can get things put together enough to the point that my poor family doesn’t have to stare at the giant piles of belongings currently residing outside my room for the entire time I’m gone.
Anyways, I’m babbling. My brain’s just kind of an enormous jumble of thoughts at the moment. I’m exhausted but too excited to sleep. And I still have two more days at home before we get on the plane. I suppose a trip update would be in order, though:
I leave Wednesday… today is Sunday.
Currently, I have a couple pairs of pants from goodwill, some super “hot” silk button ups, and a shirt that will be totally perfect if I ever need to dress up like Jane Goodall. Nothing against Jane, by the way – I support the chimps too. At the moment I’m debating the necessity of a crocodile hunter hat to complete the look. I’m being 99.3% serious when I say that those Nicaraguan boys better be prepared to handle my level of attractiveness because I’ll be in my prime Crocodile Dundee form for the next three weeks. … In all seriousness, I’m not sure my butt is even distinguishable in the majority of the clothes that I’m bringing. Word on the street is we’re going to search out a place to Salsa dance. In the style of Rebel Wilson, I’ll be waltzing into that joint in my cargo pants saying “HELLO FELLAS, HERE I AM.” Kidding. I’m a shopping addict. I plan on hitting up as many malls, markets, and the like as possible. I’ll return stateside looking like a true Nicaraguan, minus the dark hair and actual dark complexion (although my 1/32 Cherokee genes should give me a nice glow by then). With that in mind, packing’s gotten a teensy bit easier. But there’s still the whole shoe thing, but I probably shouldn’t even get started on that. If I’m entirely honest with myself, I’ll admit that I’ll probably be coming back with at least two new pairs – it’s really turning into an issue, but then again, having too many shoes isn’t really an issue I mind all that much.
I’m at 486 words right now. I think it’s probably time to call it a night for tonight. Gotta rest up for the craziness of tomorrow which will include yet another trip to Salvo in hopes of finding the perfect vintage windbreaker to put to use against the rainy season of Nicaragua.
If you made it all the way to the end with me, I commend you. and thank you. Hopefully this blog will turn out to be something worth reading.
Anyways, Sweet Dreams.
Nicaragua, here I come.