It's expectantly been a pretty common question, and I think it's about time I address it.
It's a question I've answered with gnashed teeth, a polite smile, and semi-avoidant eyes, and here's why.
There's way too much that can happen between now and the time I leave. Just try and convince me all of Europe can't just sink into the ocean within the time frame of my 14 hour flight. Lacey and I concocted every unfortunate demise the continent could face in that amount of time. And I realized I'd be completely prepared for it to occur, with no sense of surprise or disappointment. If on my flight to Dublin the pilot comes over the speaker and says, "well folks, looks like we're out of gas, and have no where to land, because Ireland has been bombarded with asteroids, and now all that's left is a raging inferno." I'd probably look around and wonder why everyone was so surprised.
That or nuclear war. Or alien attack.
Yeah, I'm excited, but it's hard to imagine myself there, and I'm still too convinced that just about anything can go wrong between now and then.
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