I leave for the airport in 12 hours. 12 hours! I'm starting to feel less terrified and more excited - which isn't saying much because for the past 2 weeks, I have been 100% terrified as anyone who has been around me can attest to. I'd say I'm now 95% terrified and 5% excited. That's progress.
I'm going to be more faithful about updating this blog so that when Ilya is older and doesn't remember this adventure at all, I can point to this blog and show her all the wonderful things that she has forgotten. I've also had about a million people ask me if I am going to be keeping a blog while I travel, and I can't disappoint my public now can I?
Truthfully, I get nervous when I think of lots of people reading my blog. I feel obligated to be mature and use big words. So, I'm just going to pretend that you are not reading this blog (and, lets be honest, you probably aren't) which means that I can write whatever the hell I feel like, and you don't get to correct my spelling or comment on my punctuation.
For those of you not reading this blog, you should know that I no long have a phone, nor do I know the address of the friends I will be staying with in Germany so getting ahold of me might be tricky. Unless you use e-mail. But I'm not going to post my e-mail address here because Adam told me that if I post my e-mail address online then crazy robots will hijack my account and send porn to all my friends and family...so, your welcome.