In six weeks, I will be flying to Morocco. I will be living in a different, completely new and foreign country for three months, potentially with a Moroccan family, with people I’ve yet to meet. I will be surrounded by and immersed in a new culture, a new way of life, new situations and experiences, new people, and languages that I hardly understand. In six weeks and for three months, that will be my life.
I am so excited, so thrilled, and quite scared. Scared not because I am afraid of what is to come, but because I don’t know what to expect. Because it is all a mystery. I won’t have my family there with me, and I can’t walk down the street to my friend’s house or call them to meet up for a much-needed heart-and-soul conversation. Sure, there’s always the internet. I can Facebook, Skype, or email my family and friends, but it’s not the same.
But, I am so grateful that I can keep in touch with those who I love.
And I am so excited for what is to come. Deep breath, and remember what an adventure this is. I am so lucky and blessed and grateful for this opportunity. Life is so unpredictable, and you find yourself at points that you never would have thought you’d arrive at.
So strange. But you know that life always goes on.