The Countdown

24 days until I leave for my Staging in Washington, D.C.

Holy crap. Not "holy crap" in the "I am so not ready for this" fashion, but more of a "It is almost here" kind.  Occasionally I find myself in a mild panic over being somewhere completely foreign to me and worried that I will not be able to pick up the language or integrate well into my community. Heck, what if the other PCVs I am clustered with hate my guts!? I'm awesome and everything, but hey, these things could happen. 

Then I worry about the stuff I still need to take care of before I leave: selling my car, getting the last of my debts paid off, taking care of bank and credit card stuff, getting my power of attorney in order, repacking my stuff for storage, scrounging up some inhalers to last a few months (2 should do, right?) and getting the last of what I need to buy out of the way.  Oi with poodles already.

Did I mention I have yet to really dig in to my Ukrainian Lessons? Slap on the wrist, right here.

I suppose the good news is that in spite of all of these worries, they don't occur often or for very long.  Plus I am continuously excited about getting this adventure started :)

After hearing from Placement, weeknights feel like Christmas Eve.

Oh the anticipation of maybe getting that 5:15AM e-mail with a status update which, upon logging into your toolkit, will tell you "Congratulations! You have been invited, now you can stop stressing about where you may be living for two years!"

Every morning that I wake up and it isn't there, there is going to be a little bit of disappointment served with my morning cereal and juice.