A List of Lists

I'm sitting here missing my boyfriend and watching a thunder storm while a rat crawls on top of and occasionally nibbles at my feet. On my lists of never-before-nows, I have to say that this particular "now" goes near the top. I've also never before now been in Rexburg, Idaho, but I HAVE been in the Hinckley Building before, which is strange because there is one in Provo too. This Hinckley character must have been a popular guy. 

I find it ironic that my journey to such a big place begins in this town so small. For those of you who do not know, I will shortly be boarding a plane and heading over to Europe, something that I have been attempting to do for a semester now, and am finally accomplishing. It feels like longer. It feels like a lifetime of waiting for Europe has now culminated in these final moments, and of course I am feeling nothing short of inadequate and unprepared. I'm feeling very kindly toward America, even Rexburg, as I brace myself to leave it. I will admit that there is just the teensiest bit of apprehension present on my Current Feeling Lists as well.

I have a List of Lists as I prepare to leave, starting with To Do Lists, To Pack Lists, To Buy Lists, and To Become Lists.  But as I list the qualities of exactly who I would like to become and exactly what I would like to become on the Big and Fancy BRITISH LITERATURE PILGRIMAGE, this particular list seems woefully incomplete. At the very top and strangely to bottom of this list as well is that I would like to become "Sierra Robinson." What a silly thing, right? I am, of course, already this Sierra Robinson character, and yet becoming her is at the very top of my list of lists.

I hope you enjoy the process as I write to discover precisely who she is.