And So it Begins…

By Kat

I am currently sitting in the London-Heathrow airport with very mixed emotions. Out the large wall of windows, all I can see are clouds and around me are silver pillars leading up to the rippled ceiling. Though I know I am completely grounded, this futuristic atmosphere combined with my inability to see the the actual ground make me feel like I’m still up in the air, floating.

On my last flight, I was writing in my personal travel journal and I couldn’t figure out what to feel. All I could figure out was that none of this seems real. For all I know, I could be dreaming up this entire thing while sleeping peacefully in my bed at home in Hood River. I do know that I am not dreaming though, which makes it much harder to figure out what to do with myself right now. I just keep thinking that I’m not actually doing this. I’m not halfway across the world on my way to live in a foreign country for a month. Thats crazy, absolutely absurd, simply bonkers. What kind of sixteen year old does this on her own? I guess I do, and there is no turning back now.

Thinking about Denmark, it seems like a whole different world from home. It just doesn’t seem like its one more plane ride away. I am roughly three hours from meeting Majken at the airport, three hours from this other world, three hours from everything I’ve imagined Denmark to be, and I believe that it will exceed my expectations. The excitement is overwhelming.

Let the adventure begin…