Last American Blog: bleghhhh....

So when things go bad, they aren't usually HORRIBLE... But today I get a notice from British Airways that a leg of my trip has been cancelled. What did I do? I appropriately freaked out. I also called those pricks right away as to get stuff in line. Why does the universe insist on making me experience SO much anxiety and stuff right before a huge trip?

First, yesterday I find out that I have to hunt for a new apartment AGAIN... but this time its not due to stupid apartment complex. Grr... That situation just makes me want to murder my friend, but alas! I am too busy going out of the country to commit a gruesome crime.

Then my going home part of my flight was all jumbled. The best advice I got about that after I talked to some guy named Ernie was from my mom: Let them deal with you when you arrive in London. My mom already knows the wrath that I am planning. Haven't the Brits learned not to mess with the USA? And more importantly, DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS?!?!?! Apparently not. Here I come London. I hope your customer service can handle me.

Otherwise today has been straight forward. I got to eat some pizza with one of my great mentors/teachers/friends. I talked to a good bit of my favorite people today, I packed my bag, got some recent pictures of my kitty babies, and even got to see my BBFF (Boy BFF for those of you not in the know). Other than my minor freak out I did pretty good.

At 8:30 in the morning I leave for Chicago. Am I ready? ehhhh... that is yet to be decided. I am prepared though. I even packed a roll of charmin just in case. Sometimes the only thing that is keeping a person from a mental break down due to homesickness is that cottony no pieces left behind feeling. I have shampoo, conditioner, razors, pills, clothes, a bazillion socks, flippy floppies and tennis shoes. I am leaving any kind of swimming gear behind because that is a risk I am NOT willing to take.

A goal of mine while I am out there is to eat some kind of super exotic meat. Like a lion, or zebra, or something that is just super freakin weird to eat in America. In Australia I ate kangaroo and it was DELICIOUS. So now I want to taste Simba.

The most common advice I got from people were  these:

1. From work people: Don't get kidnapped by pirates!
2. From general Friends: Don't get Ebola/AIDS/Malaria!
3. From everybody: STAY SAFE!

Thanks guys! I really do appreciate those words of advice. I already have them engrained in my head and I won't catch any polio (ever now), and I for sure won't get Hep A or B. I'm hoping I am a descendent of the black plague survivors that are immune to not only the plague but AIDS as well. I can only hope though on that. Not enough time to get genetic testing done.

Until we meet again my lovely travelers by proxy! I will keep living the dream for you!

Alyssa