Leaving on a Jet Plane

It’s here.

In a few hours, I’ll be leaving the only country I’ve ever seen and spending the next several months studying in England, traveling Europe and learning more than I can imagine right now.

Excited? Yes. Nervous? Also yes. My primary impressions of the U.K. come from “Harry Potter,” “Skins” and “Monty Python,” so I really don’t have any idea of what to expect — which, for a planner like me, can be a bit hard sometimes.

But I’m up for it.

I’ve done a lot of “American” things this week. I sang along to songs such as “Timber” and “Cruise” — in the car, with my best friend and any other time the opportunity arose — more times than I can count. I went on a long road trip through the Southeast. I watched (American) football on TV.  And I’m eating Chick-fil-A as I type this. (My last U.S. lunch — no one should be surprised.)

So now, I’m ready to do lots of “European” things. I’m still undecided on which Manchester football team I’ll be rooting for, but going to a game is a must. I’ve bookmarked websites for places I want to go and landmarks I want to see. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll transform into a morning tea person.

Anyway, cheers to what I know will be an unforgettable semester.

(I’m going to try to update this blog once a week or so — partly to keep a record of my experiences, and partly to do something journalistic this semester. Follow along if you’re interested!)