If you came to this blog thinking there would be posts of actual substance, I’m sorry. There might be some in the future.
I fretted about packing but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, presumably because (as my mother said) I just chose what I needed to pack/survive at my parents’ until departure day and left everything else in a state of shame.
The final packing list is as follows:
2 pairs of socks
1 pair of leggings
Several basic t-shirts
6 dresses (can be worn casually or for teaching and doesn’t take up space)
1 pair of slacks
1 pencil skirt
1 light jacket (wearing to airport)
1 pair of fleece lounging pants (ohh yes)
Scarf (wearing to airport)
2 pairs of pants (wearing one to airport)
Toiletries, playing cards, photos of home, cards that people signed
Macbook, iPad, iPhone, chargers, adapter, voltage converter, 1 physical book (others are electronic)
I may consider taking out a few items tomorrow morning but having always been a gross overpacker, I think I did okay (insert eyeroll from veteran travelers here). But if you do have serious input then please do let me know.
Speaking of tomorrow morning – the fateful day – I will be running around to finish last minute things that could have been avoided were I not a dingleberry. The “poor planning” aspect of this post title mostly alludes to how I should have set my last day at work at an earlier date. The plan was unclear when I made the decision so I did my best under the circumstances, but it is something to consider.
For those of you who have asked how my Spanish is, I got as far as this in the free language app (Duolingo – 2013 Apple’s choice for App of the Year Award and WHO ARE WE TO QUESTION APPLE?), so I’m pretty much set.
I will miss waking up to play with the dogs.
P.S. There should be a “+ Follow” button in the bottom right corner. You can subscribe so you will receive an email whenever a new post is available. Also, despite the demonstration above, Duolingo is a great app.
The caring, thoughtful people in my life (TCTPIML) made it impossible for me to avoid planned farewell get-togethers.
I am uncomfortable with attention but that is probably true for most people. I was aware there would be some kind of goodbye affair at work and in my adult ESL class. I had also planned on doing something with my friends.
TCTPIML, however, went above and beyond what I had imagined – which of course meant I felt extra special and extra uncomfortable.
Feeling special is such a complicated thing. How many percent am I actually deserving of this “recognition”? Are people just being nice to me out of obligation? Do they really want to be there? How much do they care? How soon will they forget the whole thing? And I’m okay if people forget, I know the world does not revolve around me. I expect people to forget.
I know, you’re saying (if you even read this far), “OMG SO FREAKING LONG. Are there pictures in this post or what.” Yes.
The point is that I felt special, albeit feeling a bit guilty, and that it means a lot to people to be recognized, no matter how small.
If you are reading this you probably already know what is going on. If not – and maybe even if you do – the About page provides a brief introduction.
I wish I could write tailored emails to everyone but I know that will not be possible. I will do my best to include pictures and keep the text pithy to help readers who are like me (my attention span is that of a peanut, aka none). This blog will be a great challenge for me because I am an extremely slow writer and prone to rambling – I also did not realize how difficult it is to write for a wider audience.
I will learn how to describe the incredible sights, sounds, tastes, emotions, and thoughts I will encounter in (when did this happen) five days. Sensory overload – ye olde frenemy.
I am not used to sharing my life like this and personal blogs seem self-indulgent, but I know that this is getting out of my comfort zone in a good way. I am just happy that anyone would take their time to read about this experience.
Thank you to my family, friends, and coworkers for the support and encouragement as well as the part of my brain that makes a surprise appearance from time to time to make sound decisions. I am so, so glad this is finally happening.
P.S. The blog title is a combination of my name and Arequipa, where I am headed. Another working title was The Perube Goldberg Project to signify how I over-complicate simple things.