On Sunday night I was doing exactly what I expected I would be doing. Packing. I was still planning on leaving in about 12 hours, but true to form my procrastination had kicked in full force all last week. While I should have been packing I was rocking my nephew to sleep, getting meals with friends, and maybe watching netflix.
Meanwhile the weather in Chicago has been crazy. Back in November I was sad that I was not going to get much/any snow this year, so maybe I prayed for snow. Well God blew away my wildest expectations. I love snow, something about it to me is just magical. So when my first flight got cancelled I decided to keep procrastinating, stop packing, and smile every time I looked out the window at the snow.
48 hours and two cancelled flights later I am packed. Totally shocked and excited that my pack is only 40 pounds. And, ready to go. I’ve been seeing pictures on Facebook of everyone at launch and I cannot wait to meet them there! Barring anymore server weather I will be on a plane tomorrow at 10am headed to Atlanta. Then Thursday I will get on another plane and head to Honduras. My world race starts tomorrow morning. I have been praying, talking, and dreaming about this for eight months.
I don’t think it is possible to be anymore excited than I am, away I go!
