This Is It...

Today my mother drove me to Georgetown for the pre-departure orientation after many tissues and sad goodbyes, i made it with a smile on my face since i realized that i had packed two suitcases full that i can fit into (all 6 feet of me) plus another hiking backpack full. I personally am pumped to see how much overages i have to pay to get it all on the plane... oh wait actually i am personally pumped to drag all three bags through the airport when all my counterparts have half as much. but its because i am big and scary so my clothes are naturally more voluminous so i need more space, maybe.

Anyway i have been asked in wonder how to pack for over two years and the answer is simple. Live at home, and on packing day lay helpless on the ground while you convince your mother that this is the last thing she will help you with and that she is obviously your mougle of support. So in short, get your mom to do it. (Mom i love you and really could not have done it with out you) Oh and side note, with the use of the great compression bags i was able to suck the air out of Mr Alligator and he is on his way with me to ecuador :) looking really sad and shriveled right now but on his way.

I met some really cool kids and a girl that is as obsessed with research on HIV/AIDS as i am so its a good start. well i have an early morning so i am going to try to do that sleep thing. love you all, still scared shitless, but constipation is overrated :) oh and if you ever want to get out of the H1N1 vaccine tell them you are allergic to eggs

 the toughest part about leaving; is not leaving, but leaving everything you know and love behind; that is the tough part