So here we are. Tomorrow I board the plane for Zimbabwe. My therapist has asked me to write down how I feel each day I’m there, to get an idea of how this trip affects me before, during and after. So tonight, I’m writing on here about how I feel before I analyze it to death or talk myself out of it.
Anxious: mostly about being away from Sam and Bella. My mom is out to be with Bella during the day, and keep Sam company, but I haven’t ever been away this long. I’ll be gone 11 days.
Excited: Like – way excited. Which feels a little weird to say since we’re going to a country devastated by poverty and to learn about the maternal/infant mortality crisis. But I’m excited to be a part of this, to make a difference, to be a part of something greater than myself and my story.