PIT->JFK JFK->MADRID

As bizarre as it may seem, today is the first day I've truly been excited because I've said my goodbyes. Goodbyes suck and I get all teary and emotional. Now that I've said them all and cried a bit, I feel better and excited. It's like you're sitting at the terminal, you don't have much of a choice other than to get on the dang plane. I don't feel old enough to go on an adventure this big and long by myself but I guess it appears that I am. So basically right now I'm creeping on everyone sitting at the gate to see if maybe they're going to Spain also. Who knows.