These Are the Days of Miracle and Wonder

I had my first dream about Liberia the other night. It's a little hazy now, but I was doing something in my (imaginary) house with my (imaginary) roommate. The door was open to a dusty yard out front and there was some kind of brightly-colored fabric fluttering in the window. I was trying to do or find something, and all I really remember about the task was that it was both vital and mundane, something one does every day, part of a well-worn routine. Part of my everyday life.

I woke up excited for that life to begin.

Is it weird that it took a dream to make this adventure real for me? I had dreams of Ghana before I studied abroad, too. I guess it means that it's time to get ready. To that end, I have made my packing list, a to-do list, and a to-buy list.

T-27 days, but who's counting?