The First Steps

December 29th, 2015

12:45am.

As I make my final preparations for this trip, I find myself both excited and terrified for the journey ahead of me. As amazing as I know this trip is going to be, certain fears just happen to crawl into the back of my mind. What if the plane crashes? What if I get sick while I'm there? What if I hate it? Today I had a goodbye dinner with my loved ones and it was very emotional for me. I never imagined myself studying abroad before, and now it's happening. After every penny spent, after every shot I had to get, after every text from Drew reminding me of something I forgot to do... I'm all ready to go. Five hours or so to go. Here's to hoping to find what I need in Rwanda. I'll be praying for a safe landing. 

Regards, 

Dan

 

 

December 29th, 2015

7:21am.

I am now en route to a trip that may possibly change my life in the best way possible. This is all still so unreal to me. I find myself staring out my window, as I normally do on long car rides, listening to music to calm me. This always worked before wrestling matches, or big shows, or even before a test, but today is so different. Even listening to Evident Trust, the most familiar and emotionally connecting music, is making me feel so much more distant. I think I just need to breathe. Before I know it, I'll be at the airport boarding the plane to Ethiopia and I'll be wondering what I was worried about. Here's to new adventures. 

Regards, 

Dan

 

 

December 29th, 2015 

5:46pm

With five and a half hours left to go on this flight, I'm trying to wrap my head around something Drew told me awhile ago when we were all preparing for the trip. He said something along the lines of "Instead of thinking about how long we'll be traveling, think about what a miracle it is that we can get halfway around the world in such a short amount of time". Less than 24 hours ago, I was sitting in my room back in Buffalo writing in the same journal I'm writing my thoughts out in now. Six hours later, I'm staring out of my window with a very dear friend of mine at Monaco, admiring how beautiful it is from up here. I am a very different person than I was at 1am. Leaving for the airport this morning, Drew and my mom met for the first time. He mentioned to her, then again to me later on that he still gets nervous for this trip. I think that reassurance was exactly what I needed. A man who has been a great mentor to me and seems to understand the impossible when faced with certain situations can easily admit something like that, so what am I afraid of? I was so scared of being away from my family, but all too often do I forget that my family is with me. What do I have to fear? I was always afraid of traveling overseas because of the long flights, but now I'm pretty sure I can conquer any flight. I hear Rome is beautiful this time of year. Maybe that's next. 

Regards, 

Dan