My thoughts are scattered, and I look forward to the next 20 odd hours of 'alone'ness because it will give me a chance to re-calibrate, to prepare for what is ahead of me.
As usual, an odd feeling of calm overtakes me once the contents of my life have once again been packed into 2 suitcases and a backpack. Somehow everything feels a little more do able. How hard can it be, if I just have to take care of myself and my 3 bags?
I am going back to the space and the orderliness of a first world country, and a big part of me is looking forward to it. I cannot muster up the same enthusiasm that possessed me the last time I did this.
This is a disconnected post, because that is exactly how I'm feeling right now. I am going to take a deep breath and smile. And then eat the sliced up pear that mom packed for me, it's dripping with love and support and hopes and dreams.
I'll write when I get to New Jersey. The Brussels airport (my layover) does not have free wifi.
One week to my first interview.
But tonight I'm going to relax into the airplane seat, get a drink, sink into some awesome (new) music on my iPod.
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