Good byes and fairwells..

This has been my home for almost 20 years now.
Orlando, Fl, known only for it's theme parks, really. (I took this picture with my iPhone while I was at Disney)

I'm about to leave it behind. It's a weird feeling. I've planned this trip, this adventure, for over a year now. It's literally days away (4 to be exact). Now I'm sad to say goodbye. I know its temporary, but even having to say it, is new to me. Every day I have to say bye to someone its really hard on me. I hate that I'm leaving friends, family, and clients for three months. I know its for my best interest and definitely will benefit my clients, its just all so different.

I'm so many adjectives its not even worth typing out. Nervous seems to be the leader across the board. It's good to be nervous, I would worry if I wasn't. It's all so crazy to me, I've been talking about this dream for so long, and now its coming to fruition. Every few minutes the idea passes in my head like the flashing tickers on CNN.. Just a reminder "YOUR GOING TO LONDON!!" It's always streaming before and after my regular thought process. It's like it won't fully set in, just always current news to be alerted on.

As a child, I always wanted to win the "Disney Dreamer and Doer" award. It's silly but I always saw it as a huge accomplishment. I've driven past the elementary signs that list the school's winners. I realized I may never have won, but I sort of did in a way. I've wanted to go to Vidal Sassoon since I was in hair school. I assisted under this amazing stylist who had studied there. I still to this day look back at her skill in envy. It's taken a few years to get to London, but I dreamed something, and I did it.

I worked hard for this, and I know the stories, lessons, events, and escapades I will have will teach me so much. I think I'm ready, or at least as ready as I can be.