17 weeks in Europe, nbd.
Surprisingly, not nervous at all. Instead, it feels almost…not worth even making this blog post about. I dunno. Maybe because I’ve seen this coming for so long its practically passe. It’s a strange feeling.
Occasionally I’d get travel fever and be in a frenzy, looking up flights and rails and buses and whatnot for hours. That sort of thing has faded gradually as this tantalizing date has approached, weirdly enough. You’d think it would be the other way around. I’d think so, too.
Regardless, I’ll be gone from home for a while. This summer has been busy for me - I’m disappointed I didn’t get to see my Clifton friends for large portions of it. My bad, everyone. Hope some people still remember me, lol.
Well, the next time I’ll be updating this I’ll probably be in Madrid, next to some Spanish people speaking at the speed of light. Goodbye and good luck, ladies and gentlemen.
Cool! I’ve never blogged before!
Also please be my friend.
