In forty-eight hours, I will be on a plane on my way to
Norway. The immediacy hasn’t really sunk in yet. On the one hand, I’m totally
aware that I’m two days away from the family reunion trip of a lifetime; on the
other hand, it doesn’t seem real yet. I’ve been talking to my brother about
packing (I’m almost done, he hasn’t started), to my dad about passports,
hiking, and the location of the only Starbucks in Oslo, and to my mom about
what clothes we should bring, but it all seems very detached. I’m talking about
it, but I’m not living it yet. Well, in two days I will be and the more I remind
myself of that, the more excited I get.
Look out, Norway: we’re coming at you.
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