Considering I'm sitting at the Dulles International Airport waiting until I can finally check my bags and roll through security, I think those emotions are pretty favorable at the moment. Interestingly enough, I'm still in disbelief that this day is finally here. I have to keep pinching myself to keep from recognizing that my dream of going to Ireland is about to come true. (I'm curious to see what kind of welt I'll have at the end of this trip). Its simular to starting your first day of Kindergarden and flash forward your then waking up to reality when you are about to cross the stage and shake your high school principal's hand for the last time. You know its coming, you prepare for it, but some how it doesn't become believable and real until it actually happens.
As predicted, sleep was not as favorable to me as I would've liked. You know that feeling that you think your forgetting something? Well, if I was holding the "rememberable" from Harry Potter that artifact would've been lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas. If I did forget something, I'm out of luck. (Even though I'm going to the land of "luck"). Ironic, isn't it?
Well, I stopped at 7 Eleven on the way to the airport this morning and both attendants were chatty. Bit more chatty than a normal person would've been used to at 2 a.m., but friendly none the less. They had asked where I was headed and being that I was the only one in the store, I told them. The one fellow said he always wanted to go to Ireland, which was to be expected. But, the other said that she hoped I would meet the man of my dreams. Not sure how she knew my relationship status, but whatever.
And, so it starts...
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