Through the glass...

The Journey has begun!!!! I guess the story should start at the very beginning…

There I was sitting on the floor of the parents’ house with two huge pieces of luggage, a daypack, a satchel, and a plethora of this and that. I’m sweating. Panicking. It’s 2am, and I cannot decide what I need in Africa and what seem frivolous. I meant it all seems that way. Ughhh. I fall into the arms of my best friend and cry.

Finally I sleep. 4:30am-7:30am. Three hours of rest before embarking on the greatest journey of my life.

We load up in two different cars. In true Biron family fashion the arguing over who sits where gets pretty ugly, people scream, tears are shed, but eventually the drama passes.

A little over an hour passes, ad we arrive at the teeny tiny airport known as GSP J My bags are overweight-big shocker?! I pay that first fee and off we go.

Caylea ia attached to my hip. Dad keeps his distance. Mom is fighting tears. Carlie has eh sunglasses over her eyes. Aunt Chris is making jokes. Chris is indifferent. Kyle is quiet. Stephanie is crying.

All the people, excluding a few, that I treasure and that have been instrumental in my Peace Corps dream becoming a reality in one po’ dunk airport in SC wishing me well.

After a menthol cigarette, I kiss and hug everyone goodbye. My heart is heavy ad full of love and appreciation for this group of people. Caylea will be inches taller next time I see her, Mom and Dad a little seasoned, Aunt Chris fiercer, Kyle a college student, and Stephanie a college graduate. It hurts to leave.

I get through security with the family watching through the glass, and with one more goodbye kiss blown through the glass I leave my family for two years.