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I'm starting a week late. Last Tuesday, my mother told me to get a journal and begin writing this whole experience. Well, I'm a pure procrastinator and have just gotten around to *buying* my journal. Figured might as well blog it. Part of this mission will be where paper and pen may not be as readily available as the Web. Plus, I'm a creature of habit and I need instant gratification so this seemed like the best option. As for the title, the inspiration also comes from my mom. Everyone she has told about her crazy 26 year old daughter's adventure has said, "You know, I was going to do that but....(insert reason here)". And so, this blog is also dedicated to all of you. Cause for all the moments I'm scared and nervous and wondering WHAT THE f**k i'm doing, I will always remember that there are lots of people out there who wished they had done this and someday I can look back and know that I did.

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