It's finally time!!! In just a couple hours I'm hoping on a plane to the great city of London where I will meet my father and my grandparents for the first time. Lots of people have been asking me lately if I'm nervous or scared, and the truth is that I'm not. My lack of emotion has in turn caused myself to panic, creating a reverse effect, to say the least. How could I possibly not have any emotion as I set out on this trip? I've lost sleep thinking about what was wrong with me. Am I just so numb to the situation that my body has blocked out my true feelings? The only plausible explination (besides that I'm going completely insane) is that I've grown so accustomed to the idea of this man being my father that it doesn't effect my emotions anymore. Even before I had any contact with him, I have felt the father daughter connection, so perhaps its only natural now.
Traveling is one of the many and main things I want to do in this life, and I'm feeling extremely fortunate that I'm getting the chance while I'm somewhat young. I can hardly wait to experience the bustling streets of London, with its high style fashion and gothic architecture. I'm going to try and post each night about what I did that day, so if your reading this be sure to check back soon!
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