eleven weeks and a flight separate me.

As of 9 o'clock last night, I am the proud owner of a place ticket to Ghana for the end of August (and a return ticket for December.)  With a click of the mouse, I made solid plans to enter into one of my longest life dreams.  It was exhilarating and also terrifying.  Without a doubt, I have built in my head a romanticized version of what Africa will be like.  I want that to be broken so badly, but I'm a little scared for it to happen.  I can't wait to touch the soil, hug the people, smell the food, listen to the sounds.  This is a real place I am going to.  I am ready for it to be real for me.  I am going to Ghana.