A Fortnight(?) Away

I am not sure if fortnight means 20 days or two weeks, but I was trying to be smart ha ha ha. I mean I'm two weeks away from flying to India. Not much substance to this post except to say that I still am only nervous/excited about this trip in passing moments before falling asleep and it is not real enough yet. I am anxious for that sick feeling I get right before jumping into the unknown/leaving comfort and routine behind. As much as I love change once I'm in it, the thinking about it part almost kills me every time. I usually feel nauseous right before doing anything new. So that's all for this week. Maybe next week I'll start puking with excitement, wouldn't that be a great sign of good things to come?
Leanne