Here Goes Nothing...

Last night as I was packing, I watched the Sex and the City movie. I’ve always imaged myself as a Carrie. Here I am, eagerly typing away as my delayed plane sits on the tarmac, waiting for my Carrie Bradshaw life that awaits me in Italy. Except I can assure you, it won’t be as glamorous. (I just sang g-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s in my head so, thanks Fergie). 

Everyone has been asking me if I’m nervous for my move and I keep saying “No”. Honestly, I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad answer. Should I be nervous? Is it an insult to my friends and family that I’m not? I can’t imagine why I would be nervous. Other than inconsistent WiFi, there’s nothing for me to worry about. I’ve been dreaming of an experience like this my whole life. I cant let nerves get in the way of me now. Also, I’m already on the plane so there really is no turning back.

I’ve already learned a lot about myself so far and I haven’t even landed in Italy yet. 

The first thing is that I have a severe over packing problem. I narrowed it down as much as I possibly could and that damn suitcase still weighed 67 pounds. Not to mention I also have a carry on and a backpack. So here’s my first tip, enlist your mother to help you pack or else your suitcase will weigh 100 pounds. 

The second and more serious is that I really love being independent. I always have been. I guess I was just born that way. (Shoutout Lady Gaga) I know I’m not the first person to move to Europe for a job and I won’t be the last. But I know that this is something that I may only get to do once in my life and that makes me so excited. 

My wonderful and sneaky mother slipped a note into my backpack that I discovered right before I boarded my flight. I sat down in my seat to read it and immediately tears slowly escaped my eyes. It wasn’t a sad note at all but it was so encouraging that the tears were happy and weirdly comforting. I knew I was going to be okay all the way from across the world. And that’s honestly, all I need to know. 

Alright, enough of the sappy stuff. Let’s go drink wine, jump off cliffs, hang glide and whatever else I’ll be doing...oh yeah, work I guess¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Love Always,

Marge