Pre-Departure Thoughts

Twas the night before my travels...and now you've all decided that you're never going to read this again. Oh well.

So basically I'm leaving for London tomorrow. My flight is in the evening and then I will be arriving bright and early to meet my friend Michelle who is flying in from her study abroad program in Ireland.

At the moment I'm feeling pretty calm but all day I've had that awful stomach twisting, varying waves of anxiety and adrenaline that makes the time before all exciting things rather dreadful.
(Note- I feel very awkward writing to an unknown audience so I think I'm going to do very little re-reading of what I say. That way it will be my authentic feelings of that moment and not my self imposed censored version. Back to the story. And by story I mean my boring monologue)

So yeah. Feeling pretty good. I'm sort of purposely staying up late so that I'm really tired tomorrow so that I'm really tired when I'm on the plane so that I sleep the whole plane ride so I'm NOT tired when I get to London. Yeah zero percent chance it goes down like that but whatever. A girl can dream. Day dream believer.. It's late.

So Michelle and I are spending a few days in London, popping over to Paris for a bit, and then my program starts on August 1. Now the title of this blog is somewhat misleading because I most likely will never physically dig anything while abroad, but it's an archaeology program and my best friend's friend came up with this truly clever title so I thought it would just be a shame to waste it. The archaeology stuff we are doing is more like fancy metal detectors and that is literally the extent of my knowledge about it since I have zero experience in archaeology and we were told we will be taught everything there. I actually don't even know if I'm spelling archaeology correctly- oh look at that. I should really give myself more credit.

My suitcase is packed, I have my clothes laid out, just have to change my contacts and cut my toenails tomorrow, say some goodbyes and I will be pretty much set.

I'm really liking the song Pompeii by Bastille right now (thank you Barrett) mostly because it is the hypothetical love child of a hypothetical whirlwind night of romance between Ed Sheeran, Gotye, and the soundtrack of the Lion King.
You read that just now and thought what the heck is she talking about, but go listen. Seriously. I'm correct about it. (Although now that I'm thinking about it, I'm pretty sure that love child would have a ginger lion's mane and some angular face paint). But really, the song is great. Youtuuuube.

Also I'm wishing I never watched Flight. I thought my imagination was vivid enough to visualize horrible plane crashes but really it holds no comparison to CGI. It's not really the crash but the falling that freaks me out. Although the crash doesn't seem pleasant really either. Enough rambling. Stop. Telegram! stop. oh no, I'm so sorry if you're still reading this. It's late.

Off to London tomorrow! Tata for now.

...does anyone aside from Tigger actually say tata?

This blog. Really hitting the deep questions.