"The city sleeps and the country sleeps, The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, And such as it is to be of these more or less I am, And of these one and all I weave the song of myself." -Walt Whitman
Thursday, July 15, 2004
T- 28 hrs till departure
Fianlly...Daniel and I started planning before Christmas for a trip that seemed so far away it could only be a dream. Here we are, the day before our flight leaves for Ireland, and it still feels like a dream. To good to be true? Maybe. Once our four little feet hit Irish ground, reality will set in and I might pass out. hehe. Anyway. I am excited, anxious, a little nervous, but mots of all lucky that this opportunity has navigated itself to my front door. Jamie - your awesome and 11 weeks will fly by. Actually, 10 weeks will fly by, the last week..not so much. CIO AMICOS!! I'll see you on the other side of the world. :)
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