It's about that time, isn't it?
Time to start double checking all those lists which have been piling up on my desk, on my desk top and in my head.
The other night I haphazardly threw a few pairs of shorts in my suitcase, just so I could say that I started packing; a rather uncharacteristic thing for me to do, since I tend to leave everything to the last minute.
It's two weeks to this day, that I will be boarding a plane headed to Philadelphia to meet with my fellow volunteers and begin the whole shebang of preparing ourselves for Zambia. I have had the pleasure, already, of meeting a few of them online; casually chatting and slowly making friends the digital way. It's such a comfort knowing that I will already know someone before I even leave my family and friends here in Lincoln, and I'm sure they feel the same way.
Not really quite sure what I want to say in this entry, but I do know that my leaving is all that I can think about.