I forgot to wear green.

This is a new book. After removing the sticker on the front, it became devoid of all writing. It is merely paper and binding… and whatever I scribble here. I’m not sure if I’m starting at the bottom of the back or if the book is right side up. I guess it doesn’t matter; it is my book; it is what I make of it.

This is my trip; it will be what I make of it.

I’m in the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport–Again. I’ve spent more time in this airport than any except my home town ones, and soon this city will be my new home. We flew right over the University of Dallas on our approach from the south. It was cool to see the whole area from the air that I had been poring over a map of with Paul a few days before. I was so excited I actually spoke to the woman sitting next to me. “That’s where I’m going to school! I just got accepted last week,” I added. “See the bell tower sticking up?” She tried to make polite conversation, but I didn’t chat very long. I need to work on that.

My pack is working well, though it has got way too much stuff in it.

I wonder if I’ll miss the U.S.

I didn’t think I’d miss my parents as the hours till my departure approached and their “helpfulness” increased. Finally, I told Dad I would say, “Yes, okay,” to every piece of advice he gave me and then do whatever after I left. They stayed and waved to me from the window at the gate until everyone had boarded, the baggage was stowed, and the airplane taxied away. I stared out the window and tried to keep from crying.