And the Traveling Begins...

Thursday was a very emotional day. So many ups and downs; definitely a rollercoaster ride to say the least. The night before, we (John, Emmett, Ryanne, Nick, and his girlfriend) had celebrated Luke’s birthday. We cooked ajiaco and had a great time together; it was by far one of my favorite nights ever... 

...but when it came to Thursday things got a little more complicated. I went to lunch with my cousin Valentina and then proceeded to pack. As for those who know me well, you know that when I am stressed out I will find a million other things to do other than what I am really supposed to be doing, so packing was quite a hassle. If it hadn’t been for my mom it probably would have never gotten done. I then went to grab a drink with Zoryi and bought the last of the things I needed.

Soon after, Natalia came to say bye, and I got ready to go to a final dinner with my parents, John, Emmett, Ryanne, Dave, and Dena. We went to my favorite place ever, BENIHANA!!! It was a great time. I got to enjoy a great final meal with most of the people who matter the most to me. 

I then went to say bye to Veronica and Canela, and John and I picked up my stuff and went to meet the rest of my friends at the bar.

Saying bye was hard, I knew I wanted to do this, I knew I needed to learn and grow from this experience, but at that exact moment in time it felt like my life was so perfect that I was interfering with my destiny by taking such an extreme action and moving to Thailand. John drove me to the airport, and to my surprise (or not since I always miss my flights) we were late. The whole time while driving; it was as if I wanted to miss my flight, as if I wanted something to go wrong so that I could stay without intentionally backing out. After a long hassle at the airport (I stood in three wrong lines and was INCREDIBLY late) I made it past security only to find that I shouldn’t have rushed at all because my flight was an hour and a half delayed. I had some coffee and waited, still wondering if this was really what I was meant to do.

I arrived at Seattle at about noon, with approximately 25 minutes to make my connection. 25 minutes does not seem like that short of a time, but we are talking Seattle! Huge airport! I barely made my connection , after running through the airport like a crazy person, made it just on time, starving, and to find that a lady who spoke no English was seating in my seat… Hopefully not an indication of how the next six months of my life were going to be like…