11 Days and Counting


I kept thinking to myself what my first blog post should be, and I decided that it should be a “who is Jacob” post.  So if you are a family member or a close friend, you are more than welcome to read this, but granted you know everything I am about to say.

I come from a very rural town of only 700 on the Illinois/Kentucky border line. My graduating class was 31 kids, and my high school was only 150. The town I come from is called Golconda, and it is about 2 hours and 30 minutes from McKendree University where I attend school. when I was young (at or before age 7) my family moved a great deal. I have lived in Kentucky, then Illinois, then Ohio, then Tennessee, and since the past 9 years back to Illinois. To someone reading this for the first time you might think that I have be fortunate to have been to so many places. The truth of the matter is that I only stayed in those states for a maximum of a month before moving on again.

I don’t remember much of my time in those other states, I remember the fort I built while I was in Mattoon Illinois, or the days at the park in Clarksville Tennessee. One thing I do remember from when I just moved back to Illinois was the time that I tried to learn Japanese. I remember I downloaded a trail of some language learning program on my computer when I was in fourth or fifth grade. I also remember a time where my mother brought home Japanese green tea. She didn’t want it so I tried it and it was one of the best tasting things I had.

Now here I am 11 days and counting. If you had told me when I was drinking that tea that my 19 year old self would be going to Japan completely free! I would have rolled on the floor unable to breath from laughing so hard. I will admit I am a little bit scared. I have never been on a plan before, and only in recent months had I been across the Mississippi river, despite living only 20 minutes away on campus. I have never been out of the country, and barely out of Illinois. I have so many questions, like what do I pack? What do I need to do once I arrive at an airport? What’s the food going to be like? Will I fit in with the people I meet? Regardless of all that I am so excited for this trip to start. I still can’t believe that this is happening. I tell my mom “It’s going to be a week into the trip and I am still not gonna believe that its really happing.” I am most excited for the food, to see the architecture, to meet people. I cannot wait for us to leave. I also cannot wait to share this unique experience with all of you who are reading this. I will try to post as often as I can, but I do want to enjoy myself as well!

Till next time!

Jacob Wilson