America ahoy
It is so weird. I come on livejournal every day. I think I just assume I've been updating, when I really really haven't. In almost a month.
So, I carried on with work for a bit, and then about two weeks ago (ish) I finished. Despite the fact that for most of the time I was there I was miserable due to having to work with 'The Clive' (he is seriously a monster) I left feeling fairly upbeat. Probably cos they told me how amazing I was, how much they were going to miss me, and gave me a bottle of wine. It all helps. Probably just an elaborate trap to lure me in for next year though!
Since then I've been getting busy to go - yep, I am finally about to leave for America! This Saturday! Part of my feel hyper over panicked about it, whilst the other half just doesn't really believe that its going to happen. The weirdest things keep freaking me out: like when my mum told me they do the weather ONLY in farenheit! I was all: "But when I watch the weather, I won't understand what they're saying... how will I know what to wear?!". Then my mother told me to get over myself and open a window. Ha. And like, I know clothes sizes are different, but what about shoes... What about bras!? Again my mum was being all practical and saying "just try different sizes on if you can't convert" but I insist that these are legitimate fears about moving abroad.
And that's before I get to worrying about all the big stuff i.e: the fact that I don't have my housing assignment yet (!!!) I really am pretty worried about that one, it has to be said. I may even have to ring the housing people before I go (I'm pretty sure they all hate me already at Clark, because I barrage them with emails). Its so stupid, even though I *know* I'm unlikely to get any communication from them before 2pm minimum (it took me a long time to figure out the time difference, genius) I still refresh my email pretty obsessively.
I'm also not packed yet.
Nor do I remember all the things I need to have for immigration. And I'm not sure where I put my list.
See this is full scale panic... but at the same time I do very little about it because I don't quite believe its happening. I am a perverse type of person.
So, I carried on with work for a bit, and then about two weeks ago (ish) I finished. Despite the fact that for most of the time I was there I was miserable due to having to work with 'The Clive' (he is seriously a monster) I left feeling fairly upbeat. Probably cos they told me how amazing I was, how much they were going to miss me, and gave me a bottle of wine. It all helps. Probably just an elaborate trap to lure me in for next year though!
Since then I've been getting busy to go - yep, I am finally about to leave for America! This Saturday! Part of my feel hyper over panicked about it, whilst the other half just doesn't really believe that its going to happen. The weirdest things keep freaking me out: like when my mum told me they do the weather ONLY in farenheit! I was all: "But when I watch the weather, I won't understand what they're saying... how will I know what to wear?!". Then my mother told me to get over myself and open a window. Ha. And like, I know clothes sizes are different, but what about shoes... What about bras!? Again my mum was being all practical and saying "just try different sizes on if you can't convert" but I insist that these are legitimate fears about moving abroad.
And that's before I get to worrying about all the big stuff i.e: the fact that I don't have my housing assignment yet (!!!) I really am pretty worried about that one, it has to be said. I may even have to ring the housing people before I go (I'm pretty sure they all hate me already at Clark, because I barrage them with emails). Its so stupid, even though I *know* I'm unlikely to get any communication from them before 2pm minimum (it took me a long time to figure out the time difference, genius) I still refresh my email pretty obsessively.
I'm also not packed yet.
Nor do I remember all the things I need to have for immigration. And I'm not sure where I put my list.
See this is full scale panic... but at the same time I do very little about it because I don't quite believe its happening. I am a perverse type of person.