surrealistic

Fifteen hours. 
Fifteen hours and I will be boarding a plane to New York that will take me to Athens, Greece. For those of you who are unaware, it is a two week study-abroad trip to Greece and Turkey where I will be following the footsteps of the Apostle Paul; we'll visit sites such as Athens, Corinth, Ephesus, Delphi, Philippi, Laodicea, Istanbul and others. 


To be honest, it's still very surreal to me. I have my passport and a wad of cash sitting on my desk with my nearly empty suitcase on the floor beside me, and I still have not quite grasped the fact that in fifteen hours I will be starting this dream. Maybe when I'm all done packing, repacking, and consulting my non-existent check list I will actually believe I am going to Greece in less than a day. 


Well, no matter what, I am going; the nerves have yet to hit me, the sensation of leaving home is gone, and terrific excitement remains.