Twenty-seven days until Kenya?
I am waiting for reality to slap me in the face and say..
"Girl, you are going! Remember when you were little and you always pretended to be on a safari and run free with the lions? Remember when you sponsored a child from Kenya because you hoped to one day go to Africa yourself? Remember when your dream job was to work for National Geographic so you could go anywhere in the world and end up somewhere in Africa? Well guess what? in 27 days.. You'll be there."
I expect reality to sound something like that, more or less... once it strikes.
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i have a feeling it won't hit til we step foot out of the airport...and even then it won't seem real. i'm at the point where i'm asking, "what in the world was i thinking do this?! i'm crazy, just crazy!" but this is going to be so much fun and so life changing we'll not know what to do w/ our selves once we get back.
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