Have you ever had “tinglebutt?” If you have, you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, they you’re the most put-together, non-anxious person around.
Tinglebutt is a manifestation of anxiety, excitement, anticipation, and other words that start with a vowel. It’s a tingling sensation that starts in the gluteus maximus and may radiate down the upper thigh. I suppose it’s kind of an adrenaline thing.
I had an episode of tinglebutt today because you see, in less than eight hours I’ll be jetting off to foreign lands. I’ve never been to foreign lands that weren’t attached to my native land, so it’s kind of a big deal. I’m not nervous about flying. I’m not nervous about being in a foreign land. I’m nervous that I haven’t packed everything, and nervous about not knowing where I packed what I packed.
Once I’m on the plane I’ll be fine because it will be a done deal. If I missed anything I’ll have to spend some euros at the village drug store or boutique.
Euros? Wow. I’m going to Europe for the first time in my life in mere hours. I’m grateful and thrilled to have Charlotte with me on this adventure, because my sister is my best friend and also the Travel Master. I’m also grateful for Diggy who financed this trip for both of us. I’ll be thinking of him a lot as we see the castles and cathedrals along the Rhine.
I might be posting pictures here, so stay tuned. There will probably be updates on Facebook. But who knows? I might be too in-the-moment to interface my vacation. (Sorry for using a noun as a verb – I hate that.)
So, off I go, living life to the fullest, living the dream.
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