Okay, so I'm new to this blogging thing, but I'm going to attempt to combine my experience with facebook and my newfound love (since Thailand) for keeping a travel journal. Run-on sentences are okay, right?
I have just boarded our final flight from JFK to Dakar, stomach full of guacamole -- the perfect last meal. I am now starting to feel the pressure and nerves about my knowledge of the French language and Sengalese culture. I don't think I can even begin to fathom the experiences that I am about to have and the impact that they will have on my life's path. This is where I'm meant to be (because I am), but it still feels surreal. I am trying to journal freely, but my thoughts are buzzing so rapidly that there's no way to even remotely accurately record them. I really like the feeling of writing in my new travel journal (thanks Lyd!). It feels more like I'm writing in the pages of a book. It has a sense of grandeur, and permanence, which I feel is appropriate for this journey. There are so many unknowns ahead of me, my insides feel like they could burst out of me in excitement! My eyes are heavy, but everything else about me is wide awake. Now I just need to learn French in the next 8 hours...yeah right! :)
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