Packing

My flight is in a few hours and i'm still packing, going over the list in my head, checking it over and over again. I'm anxious in a way I haven't felt since I was 18 years old when I was packing to go away to college. What do I bring? Who will I meet? What is going to happen? I've traveled before, lived in various places, started new jobs, met many people along the way and somehow this adventure seems different. I'm returning to a familiar place, but i'm excited for some unknown reason as if there is a gift waiting for me. I had dinner with a few friends this evening and my friend Jackie asked me to name the feelings i'm having. The first thing that came to mind was the musical West Side Story, where Tony sings "Something's coming, i don't know, what it is, but it is gonna be great!" I'm Tony; dancing in the alley ways, smiling, looking up at the sky, thrilled at the fact that 'something great' is coming. I know...i´m a dork!