2 weeks

^ can't say 2 weeks without singing this song.

So there are 14 days until I leave. This fact flip-flops in my brain between panic and pure excitement, but I think it lands most consistently on content acceptance. It's been a long wait with a lot of time to think, which accounts for the nervous feelings. With anticipation comes a significant strain of apprehension. But I am anxious to get shock-jumped into my new life!

Home has maintained that nourishing pace. I'm thankful for so much time with my family-- especially with my adorable nieces who add daily excitement and parenting-practice. I've decided that for now, and for many years to come, I enjoy being the aunt and not the mother. Today we played donkey rides and farmer's (ellie) big fat pig (me) & baby pig (fiona).
I've also really enjoyed being able to see my few close friends and my DPD on a very regular basis. I miss them so much when I'm at Hope, so I'm glad to make up for that now.

My Argentina-excitement of the week has been slowly tying off the loose ends of preparation. Got some traveler's checks, etc. etc. Aka my parents have been great about helping me list and check off what I need to do before I go. Another reason it'll be quite a shock leaving... (you mean I actually have to think of things myself?!) But yeah, it's been nice. I checked out 56,000 books from the interloan library about Argentina and I've read chapters here, back covers there, even a few short stories in Spanish. I also got in touch with a new contact in Argentina who's given me a list of places to visit, as well as reconnected with one of the first persons I talked to about study abroad. She gave me packing tips and a bunch of first-hand advice.
Also, the other night (early morning) I got the urge to half-pack my clothes. I'd post a picture but it's too embarrassing how hurricane-esque my room looks.

In other news, I wish my puppy could travel with me and be my roommate.

I have piano early in the morning so I should sleep, although I'm too pumped up from all this counting-down talk and from chatting on facebook with college insomniacs. This post was just a poor attempt at appearing productive... haha I realized while talking to Emily that I forgot what it feels like to get work done. I think I'll be reminded much too soon.

Chau.

ps. Emy comes in a week! We're celebrating our birthdays early. ^_^