Monday, June 22, 2009

Tick-Tock

Time is ticking.
I have less than a week to pack, organize, and prepare for the trip to Ireland. I’ve also become a perpetual list-taking-note-maker. I’m nervous, I’m excited; I’m ready, I’m not; I’m organized and yet a complete mess. But, this is what I expected.
I briefly spoke with my host mother on the phone for about three minutes last week. She has a legitimate fast-pace Irish accent. I mean, I knew that…but when I heard her mention “15 to 20 Euros for a taxi” with that foreign twang I couldn’t help but smile. Ireland! The excitement hit all over again.
Now I’m sitting, and waiting.
The phone will ring within the next thirty minutes. Amy with CCI will call and go over my pre-departure orientation. We will discuss questions and last minute details so my adventure can begin.
So. I’m still sitting and waiting, clutching a red pen and a yellow pad of paper. The TV is blaring commercials and my dog is snoring. It’s a lazy summer day in VA and the rest of the house is quiet.
Tick-Tock.
I think there’s 20 minutes left. My finger runs down the list of questions I need to ask; fourteen total. Is there anything I could have forgotten? Well yes, probably but I guess there is always email.
Tick- Tock.
Dear Phone,
Please ring.
Thanks,
An Anxious Brit



Share/Bookmark

1 comment:

Simply Lisa said...

Oh Brit-Fitz, such a worrier. Soon enough you'll be on your way to Ireland, enjoying every minute of it. Good luck, and I'm sorry I couldn't visit you prior to your departure.

We must plan a time to get together the first week classes are in session to catch up.

Much love,
Lisa