Pre-trip Excitement

Over the months I've been telling friends, family, professors and my barber about how I was excited and a little nervous about this trip. I lied. 

There've been no late nights, wondering "Will I have a good time? Will I make friends? Will I find anything to eat that isn't traditional Welsh food like laverbread which is made from seaweed?" Other than informing people of when I'll no longer be available or answering their questions about what I'm going over there for, I haven't raved about Wales. I've told people about the occasional fun fact like that I might join the Bangor Apprectiating Literature & Language Society (BALLS is the acronym) or that I get Tuesdays or Thursdays off to go hiking through Snowdonia national park or that my classes don't begin until a month after everyone's in America. I haven't been doing the countdown to my flight like my mom has, I haven't been making a big to-do over see-ya-laters, and I haven't researched the town and culture. The closest thing to excitement has been my exercise routine to get in shape for the Welsh ladies. 

I just wasn't excited or nervous or feeling much of anything about it. I also wasn't feeling any regret so I am thinking it'll be a worthwhile trip. The only dread I've felt is when looking at the price on my plane tickets and rain suit. I'm naturally a stoic person I guess, and cheap apparently. I've always been like this before college and high school. The last time I was excited about a natural progression of life that everyone else makes a big deal of was when I got my license, and that faded when we tore the house apart looking for my social security card that was hidden in a box in the basement. 

But I had a moment of excitement. While my bath water ran, I cleaned off my college stuff from the guest room's bed and tossed it in my closet then hefted my suitcases onto the bed and started packing. When my bath water was nearly to the overflow, I stopped packing and sat in the tub and then drained some water and ran some hot water so I wasn't shivering the soap to suds. 

No one just cleans themselves in the tub or shower. It's a place for thinking. So while my hair was lathered and my eyes squinted shut so the shampoo didn't burn, I had my moment of excitement. It was almost here.

Then I submerged and got water in my ear and the excitement passed.