Get the hell outta here!!

It's 12:30am, the morning of my departure for the City of Brotherly Love. I finally packed, having only been gathering this last week. Oops. Turns out, I should have done this a few days ago and then pruned, repacked, and pruned some more. I got a lot of crap.

The problem isn't weight. There's 30 lbs in the backpack, 30 lbs in the duffel bag. I'm 20 lbs under PC's limit, which almost makes me want to find 20 more pounds of stuff, just to meet my limit. But where, oh where, would I stick it? I'm sure I have too much clothing and not enough "stuff". I just have NO IDEA.

PC never sent me the packing list, as promised. Jerks. I took... 6 skirts, 6 shirts, skivvies (lots), socks, jammies, bikini, comfies, . . . . books, journals, film, eyeball stuff, shit - I haven't even packed any shoes yet, a wind-up flashlight, suntan lotion, binoculars, um..

Really, I think it will all be fine. I just want to get there, get settled and not think about it again. Or, at least, get there, get settled and actually be able to assess the situation and appreciate what was brought, rue what was left, and find peace in between.

Contact info... I believe I'll be keeping this blog, as is. I will most certainly post a new site if I change my mind. Mail shall be sent to: (me), Peace Corps Trainee / PO Box 30518 / Nairobi, Kenya / AFRICA I encourage a regimine of 1 letter per week for best results.

Thanks!!