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Dreaming of London

Over Christmas break, I mailed in my application for a passport. Starting the day after I got back to school, I began faithfully checking my mailbox every single day for that little booklet that would grant me access to England, France, Scotland, and Wales. I mean, I knew it would take a few weeks, but I was holding out hope that my passport application was somehow just so wonderful that the process would be sped up. After weeks of endless let-downs my enthusiasm maybe only slightly faded. I still checked the mail every day, but I had resigned myself to the fact that I would have to wait for weeks on end.

This weekend was my roommate Alyssa's birthday, and on Saturday night we were having a party at our apartment. Our mail generally comes around 4:00, but the afternoon passed in such a blur of grocery shopping, cleaning, and baking that I realized five minutes before our friends were coming that I had neglected my daily trip to the mailbox. I figured that since I had to take the trash out anyways, I may as well go check. I unlocked the mailbox and the first thing I saw was an envelope addressed to me with a U.S. government return address. I'm not lying when I say that I started jumping up and down and screaming and sprinted back up the three fights of stairs to my apartment while simultaneously tearing open the envelope to find this beauty inside:
All of a sudden, it all felt so REAL. Like I'm ACTUALLY going on study abroad because I ACTUALLY have government-issued access to foreign countries. I'm pretty sure all of my followers on Pinterest (sorry everyone) hate me because pictures like these are literally all I pin: 





And that isn't even a quarter of them... Yes I have a problem. I am just so excited and grateful for the opportunity I have to go on such an amazing adventure! Just have to finish one more semester! Good thing I love my major and my classes! 

Also Amy sent me this last night and even though I'm excited to go to both London AND Paris I got a good laugh! 

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