Crossing the 1st Treshold...packing?

So here we are... I'll soon be crossing the first threshold of this quest of mine. In less than week... a week?! I'll be in the middle of the country surrounded by an unfamiliar place and people... it's funny because just 9 months ago I thought I was going to be heading to college at this time. Which makes me realize that life is unpredictable. I'll be driving and in my mind I know to turn right but then my car veers off the road and into a unknown direction. This unknown direction is now filling up with fields and fields of corn, a big flashing neon sign telling me to hit the brake, take a breather, smell the flowers, and I might as well help some people while I'm there! 4 more days until I get to meet the people who I have been conversing with on our Facebook page. I cannot even find words on how I am feeling at this moment. A sigh of relief perhaps after all the wait, an ounce of sadness as I leave my family and friends, a splash of nervousness when I realize this is actually happening, and of course the joy, bliss, delight, glee, pleasure, and any other word that could describe how happy I am that I'll be doing what I love to do which is simple, to help people who are in need. Now at this moment I am scrabbling everything together, making sure I have it all. I did have a special present in the mail the other day from AmeriCorps... My Duffel bag!!! Now for all who do not know, I am only allowed to have my issued duffel bag and a backpack. Which is kind of crazy but if I roll everything tightly and neatly it'll work out right?! Unfortunately, I cannot bring my banjo or guitar since neither fits in either of my bags. But I will be bringing a few extra things that everyone needs! like my pillow, some pictures, my Frisbee and a few of my capes! But as of this moment I am taking a breather from my exciting and busy life, to relax with my dog in some comfy jammies and start to reflex on my new beginning, and suddenly all of these feelings and thoughts come rushing through my mind like a spring mountain stream. I have yet to tear up, but I know come Tuesday morning when I leave my mom, aunt, and friends behind those tears will fall, not in a bad way, but in a exciting, emotional, happy, proud, and ready way. So thank you all that are reading and I hope you share these with whom ever! Till the next Challenge... Arriving day and some more... Love you all and know I will miss you!!!!!