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And we're off!

This morning at the lovely hour of 6:45am my adventure abroad began. 

I was able to get in one last brueggers fix with my best friends and of course the largest raspberry iced tea money could buy me. 

I then figured out how to lock my suitcase which was no easy task to do when you're half asleep and spastic AF. But after saying goodbye to my blind cat, obnoxious dog and my little sister, mom, pop and I loaded in the car and headed to the city of dreams (Cedar Rapids). Where ironically Heidi was just up the esclator from me... Good, she made it.

My best friends drove to the airport to see us off and made the dumbest of signs that translated from Gaelic to "goodbye Erin, healthy heart and wet mouth". They said the intent was "mouth watering for beer".. I appreciate the effort guys!

Saying goodbye was tough, and moms always know how to get the waterworks flowing from the get-go. Even dad choked up a bit- which of course made me sob. But the tears are dried (kind of) and Heidi knows how to keep my head on straight. So here we are, waiting to board the first of our flights for months of endless adventures! Thank you all for your support and well wishings, I can't wait I regale you all with stupid stories and "you had to be there" moments!


Location: The Eastern Iowa Airport Cedar Rapids

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