::Warning FREE-THOUGHT zone:::
Preparing to leave is becoming seemingly much more of a disaster than I had ever imagined. The sheer logistics are mind-boggling. This summer has been so great and with it coming to a growingly rapid (and therefore potentially turbulent end) here is a little piece of the whirlwind in my mind:
The social aspect of this planning typhoon is pretty serious. Uprooting your life and moving across the sea for two plus years is an endeavor of sorts-- or at least many people seem to believe. Ehh, it is. I can see it. Ill-regard, with this move to Cameroon comes what seems like (logistically speaking in one month) too many already long-overdue reunions between myself and old the many many dear old friends-- reunions that have been terribly delayed and/or thwarted due to a myriad of circumstances that life throws our way-- all of which are truly unaccountable and unfaultable. There are so many wonderful, amazing people who pull me to every corner of the country. I wish I could just pack up and go see every single one of them in any which corner. I've a tenacious imagination and an even more amitious sense of hope-- I was only sure on my way back North from Tampa that I'd be able to see everybody before I left. Is the grim reality that this is not possible? Please help me prove myself wrong.
Packing? Please, I have not even chosen which bags I will take-- or how I will pack more delligently to allow myself the space to accomadate for my guitar. Now speaking of guitar, I need some strings and a tuner. I still need to buy a phone (Blackberry--so get your PINS ready! And hope I find a reliable internet connection so we can BBM for free). I need to switch laptops with my mother, who so graciously offered her smaller, more compact laptop so I do not have to spend [WASTE] $600. Load up that Kindle, baby! (Any book recommendations?) Peace Corps (PC) recommends I bring comfortable 'good quality' underwear. Ou vey. Do I buy the solar charger here and bring it with me? Do I find one there? Do I need the thing? Won't I feel 'cool' if I come prepared-- or even more like a Western when I'm way over prepared.
(I found myself going on and on, so I just stopped and backtracked.)
Where does my sanity fit?
Essentially. There is so much going on I feel like my 'MIND is dismembered from my BODY, completely.' (Name that quote!!, Quick!).
So, if you are reading this--chances are I've got love for you and want to see you/talk to you/catch up with you before I go. So let's get together and make it happen.
Nothing but love and smiles.
Stephen
