sarahcentric

The word “adventure” has been thrown around a lot since my New Zealand plans were made public. “What an amazing adventure for you!” I have to agree, but I’m slightly terrified since I’m the one who actually has to go on said adventure.

I wasn’t expecting it to kick off so early with the transitional move upstate. There was the hike from hail with my little brother, commuting at 6:40am with an old family friend who I can still picture tripping a dozen of my classmates on the group merry-go-round when he fell down in 2nd grade, but who now works in finance. And now…chicks! Real live baby chicks in my sister’s bedroom when I got home last night…live tweeting right next to us in our pajamas watching the Real Housewives of New York. Bekah is disappointed she didn’t get any of the classic yellow. Her batch were are all black and white with the exception of one fresh little brown chick whom we’ve named Brownie McGee. He’s cute as hell, but the minute you put him on newspaper he poops his brains out. Nervous poopies. I get it, Brownie. You’ve got a lot on your plate right now.

But I’m good with this little Mixed Chick right here. She’s out there in there world, handling herself, taking it all in. I hope I can be as cool as she is New Zealand.