For this purpose I have raised you up
“I got stabbed - right here!”
The following paragraph is justification for getting to say this until the novelty wears off.
Last week I camped at the beach, and realized that I couldn’t roll my own sleeping bag. I’ve pretended since March that my left hand wasn’t screwed up, but unfortunately bag-stuffing-skills are kind of necessary for my summer adventure. Yesterday I took my doctor up on his standing offer of voluntary torture. My mom learned a lot about my vocabulary in those minutes.
So I leave tomorrow night. No doubt you’ve either gotten an email, facebook message, phone call, etc. over the past two days — during the majority of which I’ve been pretty excited & upbeat. I truly am, but with a solid undercurrent of anxiety. My most overwhelming concerns are as follows:
- Found out yesterday the travel agent Fed-Exed my paper ticket to me. Yesterday.
- I still am homeless in HK, as far as I know.
- I realized this week how woefully unprepared for teaching I am.
- I’m still not packed.
As far as the ticket goes, as of a few minutes ago Mr. FedEx has agreed to have my firstborn - so that’s resolved. Homelessness is because I don’t know if anyone’s meeting me or not, and I’m hesitant to book a hostel until I know for sure. Unpreparedness is partially par for the course, but somewhat due to actual real unpreparedness (crap.). Lack of completely packed bag is simple procrastination and nerves. Trying to remember this purpose is bigger than me.
In any case, you shouldn’t hear from me here until the fall. Skip over to True Places until then.
