I’m sitting here in JFK, having just flown up from DC this morning, and, guess what, one of my bags is “lost.” As in, JetBlue (whom I adore, normally) most likely placed it on the next flight up here, since I checked in kind of late. But how did one get here and not the other? Frustrating. Really not what I need to start off my year abroad.
But despite my exhaustion (hey, 5 days at Georgetown will do that to you), and despite the stress, I am excited. Nervous. Scared. Trying to figure out how exactly I thought this was going to be a good idea. But then I just focus on Paris, and it’s all okay. Well, mostly.
I hope I sleep on this plane ride.