A week from today I’ll be on a train from Newark to Philly. A week from tomorrow I’ll be on an airplane from Philly to Moldova.
Am I nervous? Sure I’m nervous…this major life decision is no longer some distant plan for the future; its right around the corner! Am I having second thoughts? Absolutely not! I’ll miss my family and friends, but they’ll be here when I return. My parents will still be watching “The Real Housewives” of whatever, my cousin Hannah will STILL be in med school (hi Hannah!), and the Kansas City Royals will still be terrible…but at least there is hope for the Chiefs.
I realize everything wont stay the same, and that might be the most difficult thing to come to terms with. Today I went to my good friend Evan’s wedding, where I was reminded by my friend Elan, that his wedding was in November. Elan is one of my best friends, and if you told me a decade ago that I wouldnt be attending his wedding, I’d to say you were crazy. I feel terrible that I cant go, but as my good friend Vinnie likes to say in the court room (inside joke), “this case is about choices.” I’ve chosen this path, and must face this and similar consequences.
So, with that said, for all of you reading this blog, if you want me to come to your wedding…..you’ll just have to wait two more years until I’m back!