For those of you that have traveled on an airplane, you know when they call for the first class flyers to board first? I think by the time I get the airport, I will be so thrilled that I am imagining myself trampling the Louis Vuitton-toting passengers just so I can be the first to get on the plane.
I still dont have a clue as to what I will be doing in Poland for two months. Im not concerned about that just yet, but I am a little concerned about these last two weeks leading up to my departure. The months since I got my tickets flew by so quickly (at one point I was sitting at my desk and suddenly, it dawned on me that I didnt remember where I put my tickets), and now time seems to be slowing down. The 24th cannot get here fast enough! I have a ton of preparations to make beforehand, including getting a haircut. I made an appointment at a local salon that is supposed to be one of the top twenty in the country. For what I am paying and with their reputation in mind, it better be a fantastic hair-do especially since I am getting it the day before I leave. I can see it now: Im stepping into the reception area of the terminal and the first thing my cousin laughingly sputters to his fiancée is, What the hell happened to her hair? I really do not expect it to be bad at all, however.
I've been trying to write this blog without sounding obnoxious in expressing my true feelings towards my trip to Europe. My coworkers keep asking me about when I am going, if I am excited, blah, blah, blah. I tell them what I know what they want to hear: that I AM excited, I can't wait to see my relatives, more blah, blah, blah since I also know that bragging just pisses people off. I think I will throw caution into the wind this time and just say: I'M GOING TO EUUUUUUROPE AND YOOOOOOOUUUU ARE NOOOOOOT!!
