July 9, 2010

Just a few more days until departure time. It's weird leaving one country for another, but then I think, "Well, it's only a year, and millions of people have done this before, so it can't be that bad." And that's the way I handle it.

Tomorrow they're coming for my piano, and next week for my car. All of my earthly possessions are about to be sold or put into storage, with a little left over to carry with me in my suitcase. My mom said today that I might die like Ghandi, with a goat, a spoon, and a bowl as my only possessions. Somehow I doubt that; I'm materialistic enough to want my books and my yarn.