As I write this, I’m sitting in the tiny and terrible T.F. Green airport in Providence, RI waiting to board my flight to Cork, Ireland. There are flies everywhere, more Dunkins than actual restaurants, and I have never been happier to be in an airport.
All week, my emotions have been ranging from mildly freaked out to very very freaked out about leaving my life, my job, my friends, my family, and my cat.
But the second I got to the airport, all my fears suddenly disappeared and were replaced by a feeling of wild freedom.
It’s here! It’s happening! I actually fucking did it! And it’s going to be really something 🤗