Give me a wig and call me Hermione—I packed a lot into that backpack.
I don’t actually know whether I packed enough or too much. But after getting no sleep and facing a 10-hour layover today, I feel a lot of pride.
My nerves about flying and traveling have disappeared. More than anything, I’m now just stunned by the fact that I’m going to Italy.
I know I’m making jokes—that’s mostly the coffee talking—but the feelings of excitement, nervousness, and pure joy are all very real.
I’m not a writer and never have been—just ask any teacher who had me in English class—so trust me when I say I cannot articulate how happy I am.
If you ever get the chance to take this trip, I implore you: please do.