On January 25th, precisely one week from today, I will hitting the dusty trail (via airplane). This will be my third flight to Europe and I think I'm beginning to get the hang of things. I look forward to the never-ending supply of pretzels and diet coke with ice that melts too fast, the plethora of movies on my personal screen, the frequent treks down the aisle to the bathroom on account of the frequent refills of diet coke, the subtle fight for the arm wrest, and if i'm lucky, the crying infant.
But in all seriousness, "eek". Two weeks ago I was not nervous. Two days ago I was not nervous. But now, very slowly, the nervous feeling is beginning to creep up on me. It's not about the going, it's about the leaving. I am not fond on the idea of leaving behind my family, my friends, and god forbid, leaving behind Ramone (my cat).
For those of you who don't know where/what Prague is (I know you're out there) I wish I could help. All I really know is this: Prague is in the Czech Republic. The Czech Republic is in central Europe. The people speak Czech. I heard this language for the first time three days ago. Czech men have unibrows (or so I have heard). A main part of the Czech Republic is Bohemia, which is what the word "bohemian" is derived from. If you don't know what that means, google it. Prague is supposed to be one of the most beautiful cities in the world--beautiful buildings, beautiful art, beautiful landscapes, beautiful music. This is why I am going. As an English major, you can go to England.. that's about it. I didn't want to go there. England is boring (no offense).
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