I will be flying across the Atlantic ocean to a place no one in my family has ever gone (nor, they confess, would ever want to go). I have everything. I have my visa. I've got my round-trip ticket. I have all the prescribed vaccines. I've got room and board, as well as meals paid for.
Now... this IS the first time I will be leaving overseas. Come hell or high water, I will go. I've never had a chance like this. It would seem that every time I plan to go somewhere that's not the continental US, some kind of freak, unfortunate situation hops in my way, preventing me from leaving the country.
Not this time.
Finally, I will be leaving. I will be over there. I will be someplace else, far away from people I know.
I will be in Nigeria.
Maybe now I can get that former dictator's widow to quit sending me e-mails and help her get that money out of her account!