Well, in one week I’ll be at staging in Georgetown, learning all about how not to die in the Caribbean and probably playing cheesy getting-to-know-you games. I love cheesy getting-to-know-you games!
I do not love packing. And I do not love saying goodbye.
My room is currently covered in a collection of clothes, cooking utensils, and cool tech gadgets. (Sorry I’m not sorry about the alliteration.) I have my suitcases sitting there to remind me how much space I have available. 80 lbs of stuff needs to fit into one rolling duffel and one regular duffel. It’s not looking easy. I always think of packing as a game of Tetris, so maybe I’ll go play some old-school block-dropping to get in the mood. Did I mention I do not love packing?
I also had yet another goodbye lunch today. I’m spending this week meeting up with people around DC and saying goodbye. I don’t actually say goodbye, preferring the much happier “See you later.” So I’m just kind of deluding myself, but that’s okay. I know today’s Peace Corps is not the Peace Corps of the 1960s–we have Skype, cell phones, and email–so it’s not like I’ll be leaving everyone I love in a clean break. But I know it will be different and strange and that will take some getting used to. Did I mention I do not love saying goodbye?
So yeah. One week to go. I have a lot to do. Best get to it.