I'm Probably Going to Miss You

As I chopped up black olives for our family taco dinner tonight, the reality that I'm not going to see any of my family or friends really hit me hard. There was so much planning and packing that kept my mind occupied for weeks and months. Tears are flowin...

Since being home and jobless, I've grown very "close" to my dogs--it's quite devastating that I have to leave them. Living in Columbia for 6 years, I obviously didn't see them all that much--in fact, during the 08-09 school year, I came home maybe 4 or 5 times. But I always knew I could see them if I wanted. :(

I'm also really concerned that something is going to happen to someone while I'm away--death, accident, just something bad. So everyone needs to be really careful so that I can stop worrying.

Two funny things happened to me yesterday: On the highway, some guy driving behind me was wearing a white mask (phantom of the opera-like) and staring at the ppl in the cars next to him. Before this, he was passing me, then letting me pass him--somewhere around 30 times--and staring at me--maskless. Freak.
Second thing, at the bar down the street last night, some 50+ woman was trashed and slipped and stumbled... totally face-planted in my brother's crotch. She braced herself with her hand...in my brother's crotch. We laughed. He felt violated, and rightfully so.

Leaving tomorrow morning--18 hr trip. The flight from San Francisco to Seoul is 13 hours--bring on the tylenol pm.

xx
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Lucy in the Suitcase with Diamonds

One of my mini dachshunds, Lucy, has been keeping me company all day as I pack for Korea. She literally follows me into my closet as I grab more clothes and then sits on my lap as I fold and pack them. As I lay on my bedroom floor typing this on my laptop, she is sitting between my arms and blocking me from seeing the screen. As I dodge from left to right, she mimics me, wanting to give me little kisses. If you've ever had the pleasure of meeting Lucy, then you know how truly sweet and loving this tiny 12-lb darling is.

What's the limit on how many pairs of shoes to bring? When I studied in Australia in 2005, I brought eleven. I have too much stuff! But if you walked into my closet right now, you wouldn't know that I've already packed everything I want out of there. That's sick. When did I get this selfish? (When I got my first paycheck???:)

Thanks to pandora.com stations: John Mayer, Ingram Hill, and Amos Lee, and to some faves on myspace.com for keeping me sane today. Big thanks to Diet Dr. Pepper as well, I love you.

xx

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