As you're about to jump out of plane that's flying, say, 1500 feet in the air, you begin--or rather I should say, "I began," to get this feeling that my large intestine was slowly creeping up into my chest cavity and throat and just resting there, stifling any hope for diaphragmatic breathing--or any other form of oxygen intake, for the matter. Now, I wouldn't say that that's exactly how I feel right now, but it's close. Therefore, I've named this stage of my pre-departure "Free Falling." It is slightly more calm and pleasurable than the previous stage that was more akin to monster butterflies thrashing around in my stomache. So, I guess you could say, I definitely have some serious nerve-action, but I wouldn't call them bad nerves. I'm not really scared or regretful. I'm just anxious and filled with anticipation. My thoughts are filled with questions about what my experience is going to be like every moment of the day that I'm not physically distracted by another person. My mind is racing, and this generally turns sleeping into more of a pipe dream than any obtainable reality.
So, I think this is my body's way of telling me to get going. I'm ready to start this new experience. I feel like there are so many unknowns-- I don't know exactly where I'll be, where I'll live, or what my job will be. I'm so excited to start figuring all of these things out and get situated in my new environment.
I think this will be my last post in the States. The next day will be filled with my final farewells here in Pittsburgh, so let us a meet again in Ghana!
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