(Un)Prepared mélange

Disclaimer: Please bare with me if this is a)boring b)sucks in a major way, c)is poorly-written or d)all of the above. Have pity on me, peepz, I'm a newbie!

So, I have an entire month before I leave for France, wait, lemme rewrite that, I only have a month before I pack up my shizzle into a big suitcase that will be packed to the brim along with a hiking backpack. Yikes and a half. With the new restrictions on any sort of liquid not allowed on the plane and people feeling that nervousness again that goes along with flying after 911, I can't help but hope with all my heart that things won't feel so unstable when my time comes along to "hop" on a plane and cross the ocean yet again for the 50 kajillionth time. Ok, so I'm exaggerating a tad, I think this is more like the 50 bajillionth time. Despite the fact that I feel fairly accustomed to moving abroad and starting fresh, it gets more difficult each time.

I think the dealio is that I get used to being over there and there's this certain feeling I have when I live in France that I just love(J, l'anglaise, can attest, I know.) So, it gets harder every time to fall in love with France, so to speak, and then have to pack up and ship out...for the umpteenth time. This time around, I'm hoping to be able to stay past my contract or at least come back for la rentrée in 2007. So, this post is a mix of old feelings resurfacing as well as a new-found sense of hope along with that exciting what's-going-to-happen feeling I get every time I start up something new. And here you thought this post was starting to sound all woe is me and all that shizzy. No, folks..that's just a taste of the crazy roller coaster ride you'd get if I actually keep this puppy up and running!! I'm a rambler.

Well, I have to get my a$$ to bed as I have to get up at 6:30 for the jizzob I only have to withstand for 17 more days...you betta b'leev I gots me a countdown! 34 days til I leave for France!! On that note, I'm outtie. Peace, suckas:)