We leave for Cape Town in three days.
I have not even begun to deal with my feelings about going, because I’ve been using up all my energy worrying about leaving. Between the distractions of practical preparations like packing and settling affairs and the heart-wrenching emotions of leaving my friends, family, and favorite city behind, I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around how I will be living in a foreign country for the first time in my life in a few short days.
People (friends, family, bank tellers) keep telling me “you must be so excited,” and I keep saying I am, even though I think excitement requires a tiny inkling of understanding of what you are in for, which is something I do not have. Does it count as excitement if a part of you thinks, “This could be really awesome?” That’s all I have right now.
It is the demented and sad truth that right now the thing I am MOST excited about is having new material to blog about. I have missed blogging something fierce. And writing about being thrust into a culture I don’t understand is my blogging wheelhouse. Yes, I’m intimating that getting married is like moving to a foreign country. You know it totally is. There’s even obnoxious paperwork involved.
So stay tuned to HitchDied for (much more frequent! I promise!) updates on our international adventures. And in the meantime, God Bless the USA.