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Playing My Little Part in Something Big

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So here it is . . . the moment I have been so adamantly awaiting for over two years.

I leave America in a matter of hours.  It is a surreal thought, one that hasn’t quite hit me yet I don’t think.  I am remarkably calm for what is facing me.  Either because I have accepted it and have nothing but exhilaration and excitement in my heart, or sometime as my plane takes off tomorrow morning the feeling will finally hit me like a loaded round of grape-shot from the trebuchet of reality.  I sincerely hope it is the former.

I am ready for this life to begin.  I am ready for this.  I am ready . . .

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On the Edge, Looking Down and Smirking

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I really am leaving. 🙂

To save everyone time…and more importantly to spew my opinion on those willing to listen:

Tips for Leaving your life behind for an extended stay overseas.

You can get currency exchanged at any international airport that doesn’t suck.  (Tulsa Sucks)  Seriously.  Just walk in there with an envelop with several thousand dollars USD in it and they will stay more chill than greek pudding.  It feels like a drug deal and most certainly looks like one, but not to worry your frazzled curls.  This will be the most successful devious exchange you will ever be a part of.  If you call ahead..you have an even greater chance of success. Continue reading “On the Edge, Looking Down and Smirking” →

I Promise We’re Marching On

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So I made it to Washington.

Not sure when I will ever see Oklahoma again.  It is a strange thought, having spent the majority of my life in that podunk-esque locale.  It didn’t hit me until I was flying away and looked out the window at the only life I have known for twenty three years.  At 6 o’clock in the morning the sun was burning, making it’s presence known even then.  The lazy hills, plains, trees, and baby mountains of the State who geographically can never really make up its mind.  In that moment it hit me like 38,000 feet of Vertigo.  A feeling that I thought I was immune to:

I’m leaving home.

It is easy to say you will do it, to make the plans and lay out your dreams and ideas along the coarse carpet of your living room floor and just let your dreams paint your vision. Continue reading “I Promise We’re Marching On” →