So. Where to begin. It is currently Saturday night and all final preparations are pretty much done. Said goodbye to the greater family this afternoon/evening. Bit the bullet and put two movies on my two by two ipod screen even though I always swore up and down that it's just too damn small to watch movies on--I figured during bouts of serious blues nothing cheers me up better than Muppets from Space. Serious. For all of you other trainees and volunteers whom I will meet this week, yes, I'm that huge of a nerd. The Electric Mayhem practicing a Polska for a Bar Mitzvah--for a muppet--can pull me out of the deepest funk. Packing is all but done (scissors! tampons! earplugs!) and I'm clocked in at a cool 73 pounds between my hiker and a flourescent green rolling duffel. And Lucy (the cat, not the baby) is doing her part by trying to infuse cat hair into the innerworkings of all of my fabrics that have not yet made it into my bags. I shut off my cellphone, ate my last (sigh) cupcake, and finished Amanda's baby blanket just in the knick of time.
So where does this leave my emotional state you ask? Surprisingly calm. I won't lie, I teared up more than once today with the myriad goodbyes I said, but not out of devastation. Mostly out of the awe of how different life will be for everyone two years and three months from now. I'm not sad or scared that I'll be somehow missing out on everyone's life here because I'm so ready to go and live my own. This adventure so terribly excites me and the anticipation is agonizing, but I'm so so ready. I will certainly miss my family, and my beautiful friends (and dare I say Trouble the cat) but since I started making noise about applying all the way up until this moment I've received nothing but support from all of you (except you Trouble) and for that I am so thankful.
So with that, I leave you with a photo of the one person that I'm having a really hard time saying goodbye to: Lucy (the baby, n
ot the cat):
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