Well, I made it to NYC.
Here’s the gist:
I spent all Friday packing, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I feel pretty good for doing it all with 2 big suitcases, a backpack, a purse, and a tote bag.
Ok, when I see it on the screen, it seems like a lot. But, trust me, it’s pretty good. I have to dress business casual for this program, so that was a game changer. I’m usually a jeans and t-shirt gal, but I had to pack with the business casual thing in mind.
My sweet friend, Danielle met me at my bishop’s house where I dropped off my car. (My bishop is the BEST for letting me keep my car at his house for like 7 weeks. He could be taking joy rides in my sweet hatchback for all I know. Haha.) After moving all of my stuff to Danielle’s car, we headed out.
We made a quick stop in PG and then to dinner. I had to bid farewell to my love, Costa Vida, for the next 7 weeks. I will miss you greatly.
As the time passed, my emotions kept bouncing between excitement and fear.
Danielle got me to the airport around 9pm for my 11pm flight. As I stood in line, I felt extremely scared. This is really happening. I’m going across country.
As I sat on my computer waiting to board the plane, I might’ve shed a few discreet tears. This is really happening. I was so afraid.
But, this is what I do. I fear change.
But I chose this path. The same thing happened when I went on my mission. It was the right thing to do, but the jump into the dark was terrifying. To this day, I don’t regret for a second the mission that I served. I fear regret more than I fear change.
Anyways, I digress.
The plane ride was long. But I sat next to the nicest couple. They’re from Vernal, UT and were coming out to visit their son before they head to Europe for vacation.
I told myself I wouldn’t, but I finally broke down and bought a pillow from the flight attendant. Not the best $6 I’ve ever spent. But, they also supplied me with a complementary sleep mask and ear plugs. Thank you, JetBlue.
Despite my best efforts, I didn’t really sleep on the plane. I tossed and turned most of the time, maybe sleeping 30 minutes total the whole time.
After 4.5 hours in the air, I was amazed to open my windowshade and see that we had finally found the sunrise.
I landed at JFK airport at 5:20am. Collin (my brother) lovingly got up to pick me up at that ungodly hour.
I came to his apartment and crashed and slept for a good 5 hours.
Later, Collin and I ventured out to Brooklyn for a little bit and I got a taste of the streets here.
My fear is starting to change back to excitement again. New York is safer than a lot of people think. And it is so charming. The weather is fantastic so far.
I can do this.
I can do anything for 6 weeks.
And I think I will thrive.