Anticipation

Yesterday, my last day of Summer Session '08, I wake up to not only a massive list of things to do before my trip but a text message from Rachel.

It said something along the lines of, "Yay! You're finally coming to New York today!!!"

I, wanting to share that same excitement, started panicking. That couldn't be right--could it? I thought I left Saturday. I flew out of bed and checked my itinerary. July 26 at 11.59PM and arriving at -NO DATE?- 8.12AM. I was determined that date was correct, but Rach was determined I was supposed to leave Friday. So Rachel and I text back and forth while I ran to go get my fingerprints taken (teacher legalities) and look for a new shifter knob to replace the one that unexpectadly flew off while driving. It took one or two hours debating whether or not I leave Friday or Saturday. In that time, I was fingerprinted and also amused by the fact I could buy a "44-Caliber" shifter knob with extra storage space for 24.99. We finally resolved I surely leave Saturday. I then proceeded to go to my last class, finish a scholarship, register for classes, clean my car, and not pack.

My cousin/bestfriendthroughanything, Rachel, and I purchased my tickets together before school even started and we knew as soon as I got out of school, I was free to get out of WA. I've always promised myself I'd go to New York before I die. Now, before you start thinking "LUCKY... she gets to accomplish her goal before she dies" I am still in WA and it's quite possible God could have other plans for me between 3:56 PM today and 8:12 AM tomorrow.

Now this morning, was also interesting. I can't say I woke up because I don't actually remember ever getting any good rest. An interesting book entranced me until 2AM and then I rolled around in my comfy comforters until dawn. I felt like a kid the night before Christmas again. I don't know if it was the 7AM trip to the lake to try wakeboarding again or the New York trip I was anticipating. Most likely both.

For those of you who haven't tried wakeboarding, it is definitely a fun experience in itself. First time I tried, I must have had a fondness for staying in the water. I only "got up" twice and drank enough water to hydrate my mom's flowers for a week. But today, I got up every time (Not bragging. Each time did NOT last long) and didn't inhale a single swig!

So now, instead of packing, I am starting this blog to motivate me to pack. It is a bit difficult to start when I'm sad about the possibility of not having a camera. I am hoping to borrow a camera from my brother, Nate, since I so rudely left mine in a torrential downpour. I'm excited to finally experience New York for a week in the presence of my loving cousin and her husband, Nivaldo.