Packing, Unpacking and Packing Again

It's the calm before the storm. Tomorrow morning is the beginning of possibly the greatest adventure in my life, but I'm hoping there will be more opportunities like this in the future. Hbf finally made it to Oregon, sans his beautiful dark curls, but his hair was getting so long that my mom thought he looked like a terrorist. I guess it was best he cut them off because I don't think he is a fan of cavity searches (I think?).

I've gotten a lot of the same questions while seeing friends and family in the past couple of days. Am I nervous? No, I don't think so. I mean, my insides are constantly quivering with anticipation and there's always a lump in my throat. But nervous? No. Way. What am I going to eat? Well, I'm not sure. Hbf likes to laughingly tell me I'll eventually eat dog, but then I slap him in the face and he stops laughing. I think I'll eat a lot of rice. I'll also search out any kind of bread I can find. But, there is a slight chance I'll open my mind (and mouth) and taste something different. It really depends on how hungry I get and how desperate I am. Never say never, I suppose, but I really want to say I'll never eat bugs, dogs or innards of any kind. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. And finally, what is our first destination? Beijing! The Forbidden City, the Great Wall, Beijing has it all.

The rest of the day will be filled with packing, my least favorite thing to do. There's something about trying to choose the 4 shirts I will live in for the next 6 months that makes me want to take a nap. Our plane leaves at 7 AM and I don't really think I will get much sleep tonight. My mind doesn't like to quiet down when there is something epic on the horizon. Don't worry though! I have pills to force sleep on the plane. Everybody wins!