Woke up super early this morning. Not because I wanted to, but because of a bat flying around in my bedroom. I thought to myself "this must be a sign". When I got up to chase it out, it had disappeared. What a way to start a 16 hour travel day....
Arrived at the airport nearly 3 hours before my flight. The feeling I had when the automated doors swung open to reveal the ticket counter was intense. I found my self holding back tears of happiness, sadness, and what the WTF are you doingness. "2 weeks by yourself in Spain?" I asked myself. It still feels surreal that in a few hours I will be in a different country, alone, finding out what I am made of.
I have been thinking of how blessed I am. How much I love my family, my friends, and the life I am making for myself. Now time to board the plane to Charlotte, then to Madrid, then to Barcelona. Let's roll.
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