Dios Mio
I finally sucked it up and bought my ticket a few weeks ago: I'm going to Argentina for three months to do a Spanish immersion program at the University of Buenos Aires. Although I am essentially taking an abbreviated and delayed semester abroad, which should be no big thang, I'm scared shitless! I've never traveled by myself and I'm not going with a group of kids from my school (much less a group of Americans, period), and I don't know a soul down there. In some ways this makes me feel that I'll have the most quote-unquote authentic experience. But on the other hand I think it's stupid as hell.
It's crazy to think that in two weeks I'll be packing up my room, putting Santa Cruz and the 2007-2008 school year behind me entirely, preparing for my imminent move to Los Angeles, and packing to go abroad for three months all at the same time. I definitely feel ready for the next chapter of my life-- I've out grown my Santa Cruz britches-- but it can be a little overwhelming thinking about MY WHOLE LIFE ahead of me. I'm in the place in life where adults wish they could return and where those of us who are just blooming as young adults just wish they could fast-forward to a few years down the road. I feel like I'm about to jump in head first with a blindfold on.
Oh boy.
It's crazy to think that in two weeks I'll be packing up my room, putting Santa Cruz and the 2007-2008 school year behind me entirely, preparing for my imminent move to Los Angeles, and packing to go abroad for three months all at the same time. I definitely feel ready for the next chapter of my life-- I've out grown my Santa Cruz britches-- but it can be a little overwhelming thinking about MY WHOLE LIFE ahead of me. I'm in the place in life where adults wish they could return and where those of us who are just blooming as young adults just wish they could fast-forward to a few years down the road. I feel like I'm about to jump in head first with a blindfold on.
Oh boy.