The Flight. The Revelation.

I’m on my way to Spain. It’s a weird thing to say… or type. Either way it’s weird. I don’t feel any different then if I was on my way to Tucson or Arkansas. I feel like I’m just on another plane ride. My feelings aren’t able to comprehend what is actually happening here. My mind knows that this isn’t just any trip. My mind knows this is huge. I think, since I haven’t done anything like this before, there is no precedence and I don’t know how to feel. Everything that is going to happen is so utterly incomprehensible that I’ve just stopped trying to figure out how it’s going to feel and what it will be like.

I got onto the plane in Seattle in autopilot. I did the same thing I always do. I played the same songs I always play while traveling. I slept through most of the flight, just like I always do. But when I got to Chicago it became shockingly clear that this isn’t just like any other trip and autopilot wouldn’t cut it.

I am on this trip to avoid autopilot. I don’t want to live my life just going with the flow. School, school, school, graduate, work, work, work, retire, die. I want adventures. So why would I start this trip asleep (both literally and figuratively)? I suppose it was out of habit. All I know now is that I’ve been woken up! This is an experience I will never forget, but if I sleep through it, there won’t be much to remember.

I am very nervous about the unknown. I consider myself to generally be a creature of habit. I enjoy routine. That may sound odd coming from someone on a plane over the Atlantic Ocean to a world and life that is totally new. But I do enjoy routine. I think the secret to a successful experience will be creating a healthy and exciting routine. I won’t know for sure what that routine will include until I meet the family. Though I do have a few ideas of things I would like to do: work out, Bible study, study Spanish, and make friends. Some of those things are easier said then done, but I think doing each will help me to enjoy this trip.