Whew!

By now most everyone knows about this super awesome opportunity I've been fortunate enough to come across.  For those of you that don't, here's a little background:


Last October I received an e-mail from a friend of a friend of a friend (yeah, it's really that many) who's daughter, Christine, lived in Italy with her husband, Christer, and their 2 year old son Jameson.  They were looking for someone to come live with them and to help take care of Jameson, and they wanted to give this opportunity to someone from the United States.  They are originally from the US, and Christer's job had relocated them to Germany, and then a year ago, to Italy.  Long story short, I e-mailed saying I was interested, filled out their own homemade questionnaires (they really took a lot of time picking what they thought would be the right fit for their family), and was really feeling hopeful that I would indeed be the chosen one.  If anyone knows anything about me then you know I have this borderline obsession with Italy, so this opportunity was not taken lightly.  Christine and Christer managed to narrow it down to 2 people: Another girl named Liz, and me.  They ended up picking Liz, only because she had just graduated with a degree in Early Childhood Education, and they felt this could benefit Jameson and his "brain like a sponge."




Approximately 3 weeks ago I received an e-mail from Christine saying that they were interested in having someone else come to live with them, (Liz had come and gone by now) and they were hoping that person would be me.  Needless to say, I was ecstatic.  There couldn't have been a better time in my life for this opportunity to come up, and the thought of living in Italy hadn't waned at all.


So here I sit, less than 3 weeks later, at the airport gate ready to board my first International flight, and I am still as excited as when I first read that e-mail.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit nervous, but the excitement (or sleep deprivation) override, and I know everything is going to be okay.  I've downloaded movies, borrowed a Kindle, and put all kinds of games on my iPhone (yes, I look like the Gadget Queen) to help make it through these 13 hours of flying, but I'm pretty sure I'm just going to pass out once the plane takes off.  I didn't sleep much last night, and in typical Kindra fashion, was up til the wee hours of the morning packing.  Sleep is probably the best option, since my flight leaves Orlando at 4:42pm, and arrives in Venice at 11:30 the next morning.  No complaints here though...I'm going to ITALY!!!  :)