Holding my Breath

It is exactly one month from today that I board a plane for Africa. It will be the farthest from home I have ever been. The first time I will ever leave this country. I am fairly tingling with excitement. I have dreamed for some time now of seeing the world, experienceing what lies beyond the padded edges and gluttonous alley ways of America. I only wish I could stay longer than two weeks. I fear my appetite will only be whetted and the struggle to bring my feet back to the ground afterwards will be a goliath task. Last night I dreamt of what the stars would look like away from the corruptions of the city. If I could see a sky like that but once in my life, I am sure the sparkle would be reflected in my eyes forever.

One month... I only hope I can hold my breath that long.

Till then, Africa is in my dreams.

Huggles!