So this is it. I’m off to Nice. I have done all that needs to be done here. I have met-up with friends and family members, purchased all I needed to purchase, and returned all the library books I’ve been hoarding throughout the summer but never actually read. I feel twinges now and again, flashing on and off like a warning signal for one who is driving into unknown territory.
I feel bottomless, then I feel anxious. I will be in a foreign country, speaking a foreign language, and living with a foreign family. There is nothing that I know to expect and accept to expect to know nothing. I am as ready as can be since time dictates that now is the hour to dive into the unexpected, wade into the deep waters of what feels like nothingness because everything seems unreal. All I can do is hope for smooth sailings.