Those are the dying words of François Rabelais. I only know that because of John Green's Looking for Alaska, but because I know that, I feel a lot cooler.
But that's not the point. The point is that in a few short hours I will board a plane that will stop in NYC before heading to Amsterdam which will lead me to my next great adventure: Paris.
I wasn't scared. But I'm getting jittery. I don't know if it's because I'm nervous or just excited. But I'm jittery. And I really feel like I'm going to seek a great perhaps. Figure some things out in my life. Figure myself out (wouldn't that be a grand thing to accomplish). Time away from everything and everyone I know is much needed at this point in life.
So wish me luck.
I'll let you know how the journey goes.