Okay, so I'm leaving in no time and a smart travel-wise lady told me I should start this blog right NOW, so I will... Thanks to Rebecca, the coolest redhead in the world.

As you know I will leave for the States pretty soon. Oh god. Five months of I don't even know what. Five month in a different continent far away from anything that is safe and in my somewhat control. And that's why I need to do this thing. I need to do it because I'm sort of sick of always being so obsessed about America and still never doing anything about it, and I need to do this because the more I stay in my own little country, the more my feet keep itching. So those are pretty much the reasons.

But anyway, the impatience is pretty much wearing me down at this point and there are so many things to take care of. Like the guidebook that I'm making myself, and the bag that is still not packed even though I should do this since, well, I'm also in the process of moving out of my apartment. I should probably also sign in for the ESTA programme which I hardly even know what is, but is vital for me to even enter the States. Such security!

Plus my new book, Freckles that I'm also writing while on the road. Geez, it'll be a masterpiece! Just you wait. It'll be about these two people named April and September who seem to be very different. And they are. But all of this is boring, yes, I know.

It's just that I can't think of nothing but this trip. You know what I look forward to? New Orleans. And if Bon Temps actually existed I'd probably hang around there way too much, too. And Omaha. I'll definitely go to the Slowdown there, just to get in that Saddle Creek-state of mid. There's Boston where the accents are cool, and there's Los Angeles who has The Viper Room. I can't wait to catch some free San Francisco spirit again, especially around North Beach where everything is pretty, yet scary as hell. And there are the things in between. I need to go to one of the high schools (especially in Topeka for some reason unknown to even me), and there's no way I'm missing out on some Sunday morning gospel. And of course I have to see all the places where Al Capone killed those dudes and I gotta check out those infamous stairs from The Exorcist. There are so many things to do!

Well, I should stop all my rambling, but now you know that I'm here. And everywhere.

Nadia