We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

So here I am sitting at the Houston airport- The George W Bush Intercontinental Airport actually I believe it is called. I am laying on the cold and very uncomfortable tile floor because it the only place I can find an outlet to plug in my laptop. And while I try to focus my attention to my political research book so I can at least spend this 7 hour redeye layover productively- I can't help but notice this ginormous poisonous looking spider on the wall behind me. So I have to turn away from my homework every 2 minutes to make sure this spider hasn't moved any closer to me. And this Asian guy keeps leaving his bags unattended. :)

Getting checked in at DIA was another story. $200 for my three red duffel bags. I brought everything- shampoo, sunscreen, laundry detergent, a mop, shower curtain, fruit basket.... Yea... a fruit basket. In addition to that I have a large gym bag sized carry on, my purse, and my 50 pound backpack- oh and my life savings tucked away in my shoe. The lady at the checkout counter told me that because my layover time was more than 3 hours I would have to pick up my bags at the baggage claim and recheck them with my new airlines. Are you kidding me? I cannot carry those bags by myself- and I think it would take 3 smartecarts. Besides that, I am not going to pay the $200 baggage fee twice. Thankfully after about 20 minutes she figured it out and sent my bags on their way to san salvador. Why do airline people never know what they are doing? But my flight was good. This nice man next to me gave me $100. I don't know if it was because he liked me or because I put up with his conversation for 2 hours. But hey, I'm not complaining.  

I still cannot believe that I am actually moving out of the country. We have waited for this interview at the U.S. embassy in San Salvador for nearly 2 years. Even more if you count the time we waited for me to turn 18 so we could even apply. Our house has been ready for a year and I am anxious to get moved in. I am nervous about my safety, about not finding anyone who speaks english that I can talk to, about marvin finding a job..... But this is a sacrifice we have to make. We've been planning for it for so long yet I still feel so unprepared. The sooner we get this done with and get Marvin his green card, the sooner we can go back to the U.S and start our new life. It all seems so unreal.