Yeah, that gets the official holy shit. I feel like I have a million things to do, a million special family moments to cram in, and what am I doing? Sitting at a coffee shop, trying to fix my ipod (which very inconveniently lost all of my music last night) and writing on my blog. Who needs the DMV and REI anyway right?
I think one of the things that made this physical move the easiest is that my brother is taking over the rest of my lease. That means I get to leave my bed and bookcase for him and all sorts of things. That's made things soooo much easier. Oh yeah, and I don't have to dish out 3 1/2 months of rent.
My bedroom is kind of ridiculous right now. There's my big ole backpack in the middle, surrounded by everything I'm bringing, surrounded again by massive amounts of clutter. It's like a mine field. I almost slipped on a roll of packing tape yesterday. That would have been the end of me (not over-dramatizing or anything).
I went bike-camping Tuesday night. It slightly freaked me out that for one night I pretty much brought as much stuff as I'm going to be bringing for 27 months. I guess I don't have to bring a sleeping bag and sleeping pad to Suriname, but still. By the way, for any camping types in Wisconsin, the Kickapoo Valley Nature Reserve is pretty awesome.
I recently found out that we'll most likely find out our actual sites after the first week in country. That's pretty crazy (in a good way). Ok, I should really get started on my day. I have for too much to do right now. This may just be the last entry until I'm in country. So, hasta Suriname (my Dutch/Sranan Tongo aren't that good yet, so Spanish will have to do for now).