Two Weeks Left

It doesn't feel real. I'm leaving in 14 days (well, actually I'll be on the plane 14 days from now) and it just doesn't feel real. Maybe I feel this way  because I have yet to pack up my room, or that I'm still going to work everyday like I always do. My paper chain is so small it's scary (14 paper loops doesn't take up much room) and my last day of work is this Friday. My mom's family came down to our house yesterday for a 'send off' get together and today my dad's family is coming over. Things are winding down and the pressure is starting to wind up. I've got e-mails from the country director about language tests and online safety orientations. I need to get my personal property insurance and pay off my loan. This is really happening.

So why doesn't it feel real?

Am I in denial or something?

You'd think with a room cluttered with luggage and items waiting to be packed I'd get the clue.

Maybe reality is just waiting to smack me in the face when my 8-5 job is done and all that lies ahead is a week of room packing. I'm really not looking forward to feelings of panic or doubt when all I have to think about is 'next week I'm gone'. I suppose I can only hope the out of the other 44 people in my group, at least one other person will feel that way.

Misery loves company and such.

Anywho....

Had the best time ever with my sister in California. Here are a few choice pictures from the trip.

Me after Splash Mountain. Never gotten this wet before.

Me and my sister Julisa.

From left to right: me, my sister and her boyfriend, Eric. On the Teacups.

Sisterly love on Space Mountain

My sister and her boyfriend in front. Me in the second row.

Us in the middle row: just three monkeys.

The next two weeks will be a mix of emotions and very busy days. Hopefully I'll find a few moments to breath, but that may have to wait until I am sitting on the plane.

Cheers!
Christine