Friday, October 29, 2010

Drop Off Day

American Gothic - With a Whirly Pop?

Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name

one more lift for old time's sake

My bags are packed, I'm ready to go. . .

Sunday, October 17, 2010

My mom is freakin' out.

October 17, 2010
Las Vegas, NV

As the first post, I feel it is important to explain what being ten days away feels like. Well, I can no longer work, I don't have the patience for it, and my mom has got a list a mile long for me to do. I don't have the patience for that either.

When I got my call, I had four months to prepare for leaving. I squandered the first three and a half months, so two days ago I was forced to face the facts. My mom and I went out shopping for clothes, shoes, luggage, and other things. I recall hearing that a person needs less stuff for warmer places. The Philippines, is one of those warmer places, but no, I need mosquito nets, mosquito spray, towels that won't mold, a camera that won't rust, shoes that will breath, ten thousand short sleeve shirts, non silk ties (with the humidity the silk ties will bleed dye), chapstick with a 30% SPF rating, and tubes of sunscreen. With all that comes a long shopping day, and an even longerr number at the bottom of your receipt.  That number only adds to my mom's craziness.

I have started thinking of things as the "last time."  Like last night, the last time I will listen to "Stairway to Heaven" for two years.  Also last night, the last time I will be late for curfew and have my dad waiting at the front door for me. Today, the last time I have to sit through a boring church meeting...oh wait, uh, never mind!