So the adventure begins... with packing. Very slow and disorganized packing. Turns out it's pretty hard to fit four months worth of clothes into one suitcase. So I broke and started filling up bag number two. But then the question becomes which is the lesser of two evils? Picture this: two huge roller bags, a backpack, and a violin trying to navigate (with broken German) the Frankfurt Flughafen. Doesn't seem like it would turn out too well. So which do I part with first.... my shoes or my dignity? Tough call. I suppose a decision will have to be made before I get on my plane tomorrow morning.
More important than luggage though, is the realization that I am starting a new life (well at least for four months) in a foreign country... from which I won't be able to immediately call my mom in a moment of panic. There is no doubt in my mind that this will be the adventure of a lifetime, hopefully I come out of the other side relatively unscathed.
But for now it's Aufwiedersehen to the good ol' US of A and tomorrow it will be Hallo Deutschland!
One thing's for sure: I'm definitely going to miss this view.
Chuß Tahoe!
