On the Eve

It is the eve of departure. 

This week has been legitimately out of control. Until last night I had a feeling of running around like a beheaded chicken. 

In the last week I've been to Portland and back, finished finals, started summer quarter, hung out with Grant's high school friends, hung out with Mark (my dad), Scrambled to get everything I needed for the trip, packed and repacked and Finally got to Seattle yesterday. The first hour in Seattle was out of control. We got to a place to stash our stuff and no one was home, so we hid it in the space between the basement and the lawn and then went to the library. Which was closed on a Sunday (duh). So we needed a place to write our papers. Called everyone alive in Seattle and finally found a place (thanks Evan). Picked up Kendall on the way and miraculously made it to Dr. Segall's house on time. 

Walking into that house was overwhelming at first. There was a lot of energy and anticipation and it really overwhelmed me. Eventually we got into a group and started talking about our first novel (Age of Iron) and really got settled. Finally this sudden calm came over me and I was able to just take a breath. All of a sudden I relaxed and realized that this is happening! I never thought I would get to this place. I never thought I would get to this place before I got there. I'm so thankful for the whirlwind to slow down. A more adequate description would probably be that it's the eye of the storm. 

I'm not trying to anticipate what's to come. I'm living in this moment of peace. 

5 hours until we leave for the airport! 25 hours on the plane! So basically in a little over 30 hours I will be stepping foot in South Africa!

Wish us luck :-D