last night i dreamed that i landed in santiago and from the plane i could see the whole city. there was a large monument that i recognized as the center of the city, and i could also see my house. there were no mountains, and i remarked, "wow, it's a small city." then a strong feeling of shock came over me, and i realized i was really in south america, embarking on this once in a lifetime adventure.
the dream came back to me today at lunch and i laughed at the way my brain had depicted it. it made me want to look up real pictures of the city, to buy maps and brush up on my vocab; but, it also made me realize what i really will feel like when i get there, and now the first pangs of anxiety are beginning.
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