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In other news, my gateway orientation (the one that happens the day before departure) is... drum roll please... TOMORROW!!!
I've talked a little bit with my host family, I've talked a little bit with AFS, and in less than 2 weeks I will land in Latin America and wont leave for almost half a year.
Have I mentioned yet that I don't speak Spanish?
Now, for those of you reading this as an AFSer pre-departure, I can tell you not to worry, because it's an amazing experience. But it's funny how hard it is to take one's own advice. Because even though I've done this before, even though I've been spending my time encouraging people to do this, it's still terrifying when it's looming over me. In my Post-AFS life buzz I forgot about the Pre-AFS panic mode. Hmm.
But I'll blog my way through this, just like I blogged my way through France. I hope you stick around for the journey!
That’s what’s in between living and dreaming: weightlessness.
It’s the moment when you’ve jumped off the rock before you fall into the water below. You climbed up to the very top, higher than anyone else went. You thought that if you jumped from the top you’d get more cheers than the others. You could practically feel the high fives you’d get once you surfaced, successful. That was your dream. As soon as you hit the water, plunged a few feet below the surface, you’d be living it. But right now, as you’re suspended in the air, you’re in neither dream nor life.
It’s the moment when you’ve gotten on the airplane in the USA before you land in France. You applied to the program, more than ready to fly away for a year. You wanted to be different, in a good way. You knew that this would be something that would change your life forever, your dream. But right now, as you look out the window at everything you’ve ever had shrinking away into the distance, you’re weightless.
I love being weightless. Sometimes it’s terrifying, sometimes calming, sometimes surreal. Sometimes it makes you scream, sometimes laugh, sometimes utter a string of expletives in various languages. But no matter what feelings it brings, it’s passionate. It’s real. It shows that you’re about to live your dream, no matter what that dream is.
It’s the moment when you start unwrapping the largest gift at your birthday party, right before you see what it is. It’s the moment when you look at the cast list of the spring musical, right before your brain starts understanding what it’s seeing. It’s the moment when you get the long distance phone call early in the morning when you you’re your grandpa’s been getting worse, right before you answer. It’s the moment when you knock on the door of your new home, right before it opens.
I’m weightless almost as much as I’m dreaming and living. I guess that’s what I get for letting my dreams lead my life. I’m waiting for decisions after applying to go to Costa Rica for half a year, I’m waiting for laughs after I tell the punch line of a joke, and I’m waiting to see what happens now that I’ve submitted my college application. Sometimes it feels like my weightless moments take over , but that’s okay with me. Because in that moment of waiting, in that moment of “What did I just get myself into?,” I know that I’m about to stop dreaming and start living.