Twenty Five

so i am now 25. though i still like to believe that i am 16. ah, whatever. i can't believe how quickly time has flown by. i only have two more months left at work and three more months left till i leave. i am not too worried anymore. i am slowly getting everything i need together, though i fear i will never have enough shoes. oh well. i am on a dental hold with the peace corps, only because i need to have two more teeth filled, i swear it will never end. but not a real big deal. i have my appointment set up and everything, it is just getting there that i hate. once i am there i am okay, however i always psyc myself out. no more dreams, thank god. now i just have to figure out exactly how much 80lbs worth of stuff is. . . is it a lot, somehow i don't think so.

what to take

Wow. this internet thingis kinda cool. Because of this blog i decided to keep, i have found another person with the same invite as me. now i can calm down a bit. i am not quite sure how that clams me down, but i guess it isn't as stressful as i make it out to be. Surprise surprise. but whatever. now that i realize that i have like three months left to go, the real stressful part approaches, like what to take. how do you pack for two years with an 80 pound limit. at this point i am not even worried about clothes, i am more concerned about food items (i am so not going to the other side of the world without taking stuff to make tortillas and red chili powder) as well as being concerned about toiletries and hygiene things (like soap and a shower). three months to figure this out.

totally freaking out

so i got my pc invite to Kenya back in december and i am not leaving until may, but i am so stressing this. i am sure it is because i have never been so far from home (away from home, yes, but never this far). i keep having dreams that i forget things like my luggage and other such items. last night i had a dream that they wouldn't let me wear a bra in kenya. crazy. i am sure that it has to do with work stress as well (like planning on three days off and getting one and covering other people's shifts--breathe) i guess it just amounts to me being nervious. i was like that when i started college.