Waiting

Well folks, here is a little blog, promised to a few family and friends. Instead of dropping completely off the face of the Earth, I will only drop off the face of the northern hemisphere.

These days, I am just waiting for January 26. My daily routine this past month has been leisurely bordering on lazy. Every day I read a little, play guitar a little, work on a puzzle a little, watch a little too much TV, drag my dogs away from a dead raccoon down the road, play Banagrams solitaire, exercise more or less, drink lots of tea and hot chocolate, and when I’m feeling ambitious I maybe put one thing away in my room (and if that means moving it from the floor to the chair, that's "put away" enough for me). The other day my dad asked me if I was bored yet. This is the sort of day he likes to call “busy doing nothing.” And the truth is, no, I am not bored. Not one bit because while I am I am busy doing nothing, my mind is quite distracted by leaving. I am, as to be expected, so anxious.

I guess that's where my blog title comes from (because I know you'll want it explained). Going to a new place, be it for a couple of days or a few months, is exciting! And terrifying! So much so that I can feel it in my bones and right now, I am definitely feeling the anticipation of going to Bolivia. I've been bitten by the travel bug and I can feel it in my bones, from my head to my toes. I have travel bones.

All of this nothing has included very little preparing for studying in Bolivia. I could be doing more of the recommended reading, I could be brushing up on my Spanish, I could be beginning to pack, but I’m not. Truthfully, all of the nothing is only to distract me from thinking about leaving. I am excited but equally terrified. What am I getting myself into? I am excited for mid-February. Until then, I will smile politely and I trudge my way through conversations utilizing lots of hand signals to supplement my meager vocabulary and probably only speaking in present tense until I can conjugate verbs without thinking about whether its -ir or -er or irregular...What am I getting myself into?