I only have two more days in my lovely home country before I board a plane, sit for 16 hours, and deplane to find myself literally on the other side of the world. While it has been difficult to see all of the tweets, snap chats, and other social media chatter of friends returning to school, I know I just have to wait a bit longer before beginning what will probably be the greatest adventure of my life thus far.
Do I know any Cantonese or Mandarin? Am I nervous? Have I been to Hong Kong, China, or even Asia before? I’ve been asked these questions by nearly everyone who knows I’m going abroad, and the simple answer is no. To all of them. Well, maybe I’m a little nervous to go to the other side of the world where I am unfamiliar with the language and culture with exactly one person I know and where my very first task will be to hail a taxi myself and attempt to communicate my desired destination about an hour away.
However, the nervousness is overwhelmed by the anticipation and excitement that has slowly built up over nearly nine months. I simply cannot wait to go. I cannot wait to immerse myself in the culture, to try to see the world from radically different perspectives, to bend and stretch my mind around the tidal wave of new experiences.