d-day

Departure. I depart at 6:30 a.m. At each stop I'll cry. At each bump of turbulence I'll grip the seat with questions. Am I ready for such a huge step? A bazillion mile step...I Google mapped directions from Sandy, OR to Bonao, Dominican Republic and it said:
"We could not calculate driving directions between Sandy, OR and Bonao, Dominican Republic."
Boo. Of course it couldn't! I just wanted to know how far it was... that's all. Sheesh.
I'm scared...

the week

In approximately a week, I'll be leaving all I've ever known and embarking on the adventure of a lifetime. I'm terrified, ecstatic, and a serious procrastinator. My fear has crippled my packing expertise and has left me staring at a disaster of a bedroom, full of school supplies, clothes, totes, shoes, and five Bibles. What to take? What to take? What to leave, so that I don't have to pay a fine for an overweight checked bag?! How could I possibly pack a year of my life into an oversized rolling duffle and a backpack? I know what you're thinking. Just take a deep breath kiddo. It's only nine months. In the grand scheme of a lifetime, what's nine months? Well let me tell you. It's everything! It's not just nine months, it's nine months of the present. It's nine months that will be the hardest, hottest, scariest, and most rewarding of my life. Until I get pregnant I suppose...

Random desire of the day: To climb that water tower across from Barlow High School.