"If I take one more step, I'll be the furthest away from home I've ever been."
Well, tomorrow is the big day. Tomorrow at about 4:20 PM my plane is leaving from Amsterdam towards London, after which I will be getting on a plane to DC itself. I won't actually go into DC proper yet because I'll be arriving at Dulles Airport at about 9 PM East Coast time, which I find to be just a little too late to be strutting through an unfamiliar city with some expensive stuff on my back.
Instead, I'll take a taxi on Sunday morning, which will take me to a hostel downtown, where I'll be spending a few days. The first thing I'm going to do once I'm nice and settled though is take a stroll through town to go see the White House and the university campus. And after that, Orientation week starts on Monday, so the time really does fly by like a motherfucker.
I wish I could tell you that I didn't feel any stress about going, but that wouldn't be entirely honest. The thing is, I don't have any stress about going per se. Flying, staying in the big city, all of that is fine with me. It's the little things that get to me. "Will I make my plane in time? How do plane transfers go? Didn't I forget any important documents? Isn't my luggage a tiny bit too heavy?" All of the stuff that shouldn't cause any trouble at all and are supposedly designed to be as hassle-free as possible (does anyone actually buy that load of crap?) is exactly what gets to me the most. It doesn't help that just this week, only days before leaving, I received an e-mail from the university that there was some sort of problem with my vaccinations which had to be fixed right away. It's all the bureaucracy surrounding the trip that's so annoying, not the trip itself. Not by a long shot.
But at any rate, I'm leaving anyway, and I'm not about to let myself be stopped by anyone. Least of all bureaucrats. United States? I am coming in you.