A Roma!
I’m sitting in the airport, approximately two hours before my flight leaves for Rome. I have a million thoughts streaming through my head, which is about 3 million fewer thoughts than I have had circling for the past few weeks. I ask myself questions like: Is my Mom in tears as she drives away from the airport with the rest of the family? … When will this awful pain in my neck go away? … If I zipper my carry-on all the way will my peanut butter and jelly sandwich get squished? … Too late. … I wonder if my Dad will still be awake to talk to when I land. … I wonder if my phone will work if is. … Thoughts like those. Random thoughts. Almost meaningless thoughts.
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I tried to start reading the book I brought to help pass the time, but my mind doesn’t seem to cooperate.
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There is a little girl running around the airport shouting, “Tommy, Tommy!” I think she must be talking to her younger brother. Or maybe she is saying “Mommy, Mommy!” and my ears are playing ticks on me.
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I just took a bite of my peanut butter sandwich. It’s not squished, but it’s definitely not as easy to swallow the bites as usual. My throat feels all closed up, maybe I’m more tense than I realized.
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Now, there are only 20 minutes left until boarding time. I’m not feeling sad or anxious as I thought I would right before I leave; surprisingly, I feel overwhelming calm. Maybe I have used up my supply of those feelings in the weeks prior and at this point, its simply just time for me to go. Time for me too experience Rome, to be on my own and learn every minute of the day. Not only in classes, but through watching the people and submerging myself in a different culture. I’m ready for my journey to begin and sitting here, without a worry in my head, all I can do is smile at the thought of where I will be in a few long hours.
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