Must be dreaming
Jan. 7th, 2006 01:16 pmSix days. In six days (less really), I'll be flying to Kenya. I can't believe it is coming so soon. I have so much that I have to do to get ready. All that stuff that I said here that I needed to do? Haven't done yet. I haven't even gotten my immunizations done yet (I've been dreading more shots. I can do just about everything else - pap smears, blood draws, whatever - but I dread shots. My muscles contract instantly when they inject the fluid and my arm aches for days. Ugh), but those should be done shortly. Luckily I don't need series shots or anything, so I could theoretically get them done on Thursday, but I don't like the idea of procrastinating that much! I have the next week off to get everything done, and I hope to borrow a lot of stuff from World-Travelling Guru Chris, so it should all get done.
My computer is still dead. I'm unable to get it to power up to more than a black screen now. But, by a bizarre, unexpected move, I do have a laptop to take to Kenya. I have a class that I have to take, and because I'm going to be in Kenya for the start of it, I had to go to a special orientation yesterday. I sympathized with the director over his computer difficulties, told him of my own, and somehow walked out with an old laptop that was used once upon a time in the course to take with me to Kenya. It's slower, but it has wireless internet access, so I think I'm set.
I do have news, though. I got an email, a Very Important Email.
( Cut to be kind )
With Utah off the consideration list, I know for certain that in less than six months I will be in either Milwaukee, Indianapolis, Stony Brook NY or Buffalo NY (I think that that is the order that I'll be submitting my Match List). It has started to wreck havoc on my emotions. I haven't quite out and out bawled, but the tears just well up for almost no apparent reason. I cried at The Simpsons the other night (granted it was my favorite Simpsons episode ever, when Maggie is born. The ending where Homer has put up all of her baby pictures and it says "Do It For Her"? Gets me every time.), when watching Pride and Prejudice (such an excellent movie. Of course, it wasn't the A&E version, but they did a reasonable job of distilling it down and it felt like Jane Austen. And Mr. Darcy was suitably broody with penetrating eyes, so I was happy), when saying goodbye to Chris afterwards and finding out that he did excellent in his courses last semester, and telling him about the email. I cried on the drive home, realizing how much I hated the thought of leaving him. I copied that driving home last night when it hit me that I would be missing Laura's birthday next year, that her kids will be growing up without me, that not only am I missing Liz's wedding, but there won't be any more dinners out and movie mocking fests. These are the people who have been my closest friends and companions for 9 years and I'll be leaving them all behind. I haven't done that before. I moved from home when I was 18, but besides my family, there were few that I missed.
I'm not sure on Match Day, if I find out that I'm going to Milwaukee that I'm going to be bouncing up and down - or crying my eyes out on my pillow.
My computer is still dead. I'm unable to get it to power up to more than a black screen now. But, by a bizarre, unexpected move, I do have a laptop to take to Kenya. I have a class that I have to take, and because I'm going to be in Kenya for the start of it, I had to go to a special orientation yesterday. I sympathized with the director over his computer difficulties, told him of my own, and somehow walked out with an old laptop that was used once upon a time in the course to take with me to Kenya. It's slower, but it has wireless internet access, so I think I'm set.
I do have news, though. I got an email, a Very Important Email.
With Utah off the consideration list, I know for certain that in less than six months I will be in either Milwaukee, Indianapolis, Stony Brook NY or Buffalo NY (I think that that is the order that I'll be submitting my Match List). It has started to wreck havoc on my emotions. I haven't quite out and out bawled, but the tears just well up for almost no apparent reason. I cried at The Simpsons the other night (granted it was my favorite Simpsons episode ever, when Maggie is born. The ending where Homer has put up all of her baby pictures and it says "Do It For Her"? Gets me every time.), when watching Pride and Prejudice (such an excellent movie. Of course, it wasn't the A&E version, but they did a reasonable job of distilling it down and it felt like Jane Austen. And Mr. Darcy was suitably broody with penetrating eyes, so I was happy), when saying goodbye to Chris afterwards and finding out that he did excellent in his courses last semester, and telling him about the email. I cried on the drive home, realizing how much I hated the thought of leaving him. I copied that driving home last night when it hit me that I would be missing Laura's birthday next year, that her kids will be growing up without me, that not only am I missing Liz's wedding, but there won't be any more dinners out and movie mocking fests. These are the people who have been my closest friends and companions for 9 years and I'll be leaving them all behind. I haven't done that before. I moved from home when I was 18, but besides my family, there were few that I missed.
I'm not sure on Match Day, if I find out that I'm going to Milwaukee that I'm going to be bouncing up and down - or crying my eyes out on my pillow.