Summer

Summer Part I was wild. I bought a ticket to a place halfway across the world where I didn't speak the language and almost nobody spoke English. I traveled through 3 countries, hitchhiked over countless miles, traveled by plane, overnight train, bus, marshrutka, and group taxi. I hiked, got lost on the side of a mountain, got fed all kinds of delicious food, got lost/abandoned at a late-night border crossing (I got held back for screening. My ride did not), and got rescued by some kind soul. The two times when I really was kind of lost were the two times I got picked up by people who spoke perfect, beautiful English and got me on my way.

It was incredible. I have all sorts of stories, and maybe I'll write some of them out here. We'll see, because we're now in Summer Part II: I came back. I filled out a ton of paperwork and have more still to go. I built myself a desk. I've ordered a million colors of whiteboard marker and I'm trying to get organized. There will be one last jaunt north to visit friends and then, second week of August, school begins.

I. am. terrified.

Who decided this was a good idea? Am I really capable? How is this possible? Someone read my transcript and my essays and decided yeah, I trust this person with a human life?

I really am excited. It's not all fear, it's just... it's unbelievable. I know that lots of people want to become doctors and spend their whole lives working towards it, but for me, it's just the last couple years. I didn't go the normal path. A couple years ago, I went back to school to even see if this was possible. I wasn't even willing to admit that this was the goal, but here I am.

I'm not ready, but I'm getting there. This is going to be an adventure.