airport ponderings.

im sitting at gate 6 in terminal 7 at JFK. it just hit me that i have the same gut feeling as when i went skydiving and they opened the door to the plane at an altitude of 10,000 feet. what in the world have i gotten myself into and who told me this was a good idea?

goals for the next year:

-learn to speak some thai

-create a photography portfolio

-be ready to run a 1/2 marathon when i get back

-go cliff diving

-visit at least 5 countries

-keep in touch with people

-continue to write

-not take even a moment of this experience for granted