These days I'm overcome with anxiety over the fact that I can't predict what my eyes will behold in only a couple weeks.
I plan to miss my flight. I plan to stay in my room and lock the door.
But then, I think about the sights I'll be re-visiting...
...the sights that I'll be seeing for the first time...
...the sights I've dreamt about seeing for the first time for over 10 years,...
...and tell myself that I am literally time traveling from the safety of my room...
...then I don't think I want to pass it up.
Lord, help me. I'm so gripped with fear and simultaneous excitement.
