And the countdown begins: 9 days

So its actually happening. The flights are booked and plans have been made. I'm actually going to Colombia.

I'm actually less nervous-anxious and more excited-anxious than before I bought my ticket, which surprises me. However, my family's paranoia is at an all time high. Nothing I can say seems to calm their fears and to be perfectly honest its getting to me. I can't even begin to explain the strangeness that comes with goodbye hugs and their accompanying looks that seem to simultaneously convey "I wish you wouldn't go" and "I'm thinking this is the last time I may ever see you."

Everyone says to be careful. Everyone can name 10 reasons why I shouldn't go. But they can't understand the many, many reasons why this is so important to me. I just hope my safe return will help to change their minds and start breaking down old stereotypes one person at a time. This is @ after all, and it is sort of our thing ;)