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In 15 days I will be moving into my next bedroom. It will be in an apartment with 2-4 other people and there's a bathroom attached that I don't have to share with anyone. Did I mention that it's in Cork, Ireland?
I got my passport at the beginning of the summer. I bought my plane ticket a few weeks after that. I've started brainstorming on ways to make everything I want to bring weigh less than 50 pounds and how to get my extensive collection of hair care products, make up, lotions, soaps, etc. through security without raising any suspicion that I'm planning on macing the pilot, resulting in the confiscation of said items. I just found out I'm flying alone since the girl who was supposed to fly with me couldn't book the same connections I had without spending double the money I had. Speaking of money, thanks to our thriving economy, I will have just about half the amount of money I've saved once I transfer my dollars to euros. Don't expect souvenirs, but I promise I'll take lots of pictures.
Despite the fact that this trip takes up a good 80% of my conscious thought and all of the planning and researching and anticipation, the whole thing still feels a little unreal. I was watching a movie today (It's "Fallen Angels Week" on Lifetime, so that's obv. the only station I've watched) and there was a fall scene and I got so excited imagining the sight and smell and feel of fall. This year, though, I get to experience my favorite season in I'm sure what will become my new favorite place. I'll leave in the summer and come home two days before Christmas. In between those days, I can't predict what anything is going to be like, there will be no comfort zone and the only things I'll ever see are things I've never seen before.
My last few weeks at home have gone by incredibly fast and I'm feeling the pressure now to tie up any loose ends and see everyone I want to see and do everything I want to do before I'm whisked away on my next great adventure. I'm happy with how this summer turned out. Getting up for work at 6:30 every morning and getting home at 6:00 every night has definitely occupied a large amount of time that would have otherwise been spent remembering all the reasons I hate this town (I really don't, promise). All social circles were relatively drama-free, and I feel like I'm really home here now instead of just visiting, which is essentially all I've done in Wyandotte for the past three years. I'm relieved to be departing on a good note and I'm sure I'm going to miss home at least a little bit, maybe once or twice.
I want to promise some kind of livejournal/blog (does that word make anyone else who's been "blogging" since middle school feel icky?) or at least a flickr account, but who knows. We all know I haven't been on top of these things when I'm here with far less important things to do with my time, so I'll just have to wait and see. I'm compiling a list of names and addresses for people who want postcards/tiny surprises sent to them while I'm gone. If you want to be on it, get at me. If not, suck it, no surprises for you. hah.
I got my passport at the beginning of the summer. I bought my plane ticket a few weeks after that. I've started brainstorming on ways to make everything I want to bring weigh less than 50 pounds and how to get my extensive collection of hair care products, make up, lotions, soaps, etc. through security without raising any suspicion that I'm planning on macing the pilot, resulting in the confiscation of said items. I just found out I'm flying alone since the girl who was supposed to fly with me couldn't book the same connections I had without spending double the money I had. Speaking of money, thanks to our thriving economy, I will have just about half the amount of money I've saved once I transfer my dollars to euros. Don't expect souvenirs, but I promise I'll take lots of pictures.
Despite the fact that this trip takes up a good 80% of my conscious thought and all of the planning and researching and anticipation, the whole thing still feels a little unreal. I was watching a movie today (It's "Fallen Angels Week" on Lifetime, so that's obv. the only station I've watched) and there was a fall scene and I got so excited imagining the sight and smell and feel of fall. This year, though, I get to experience my favorite season in I'm sure what will become my new favorite place. I'll leave in the summer and come home two days before Christmas. In between those days, I can't predict what anything is going to be like, there will be no comfort zone and the only things I'll ever see are things I've never seen before.
My last few weeks at home have gone by incredibly fast and I'm feeling the pressure now to tie up any loose ends and see everyone I want to see and do everything I want to do before I'm whisked away on my next great adventure. I'm happy with how this summer turned out. Getting up for work at 6:30 every morning and getting home at 6:00 every night has definitely occupied a large amount of time that would have otherwise been spent remembering all the reasons I hate this town (I really don't, promise). All social circles were relatively drama-free, and I feel like I'm really home here now instead of just visiting, which is essentially all I've done in Wyandotte for the past three years. I'm relieved to be departing on a good note and I'm sure I'm going to miss home at least a little bit, maybe once or twice.
I want to promise some kind of livejournal/blog (does that word make anyone else who's been "blogging" since middle school feel icky?) or at least a flickr account, but who knows. We all know I haven't been on top of these things when I'm here with far less important things to do with my time, so I'll just have to wait and see. I'm compiling a list of names and addresses for people who want postcards/tiny surprises sent to them while I'm gone. If you want to be on it, get at me. If not, suck it, no surprises for you. hah.