WHAT THE HECK BOBBY.
Tomorrow I am going to Peace Corps?
I got a Medical Clearance Message Reminder email, a separate email about Menstruation. I got another with the itinerary for Houston (we are there 18 hours).
I’ve met some people (sorta) on Facebook who are September recruits for Guat, too. TBH, none of us actually know what’s happening, I don’t think.
It’s a mystery.
I wandered around anxiously through a ROSS and TJMAXX at 5pm today.
I wanted to feel like I still had access to what I need.
The thing is, I have everything I need. I don’t need a lot. I want a lot more than I need (come to find out).
I lost the battle and got another full-sized check bag. I thought I would strong-arm it and bring a large suitcase and a carry-on size, in addition to my backpack. But I went full Woman-About-Town and am bringing two big suitcases. One weighs 40 (according to my dad’s weighing them on a scale meant for humans) and the other weighs 50.4 pounds.
Batton Down the Hatches Guatemala, you fix’n to get a whole lot heavier!
I packed my journals, my sweaters, what about yoga pants? Those are too immodest I think. Oh, I forgot my leggings, they will be my long john equivalent. Oops. I think I need those. I’ll make a note. NOTE: GET LEGGINGS. I won’t remember. I will not sleep at night because I won’t have long-johns-cum-leggings. Poops-mcdoogle I am going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.
Everything I need is in my suitcase so I don’t have underwear at the moment. Just me and the harem pants I’ve been wearing the last three days don’t tell your mother.
I laid everything out to wear for tomorrow. Business casual. Black top with gold buttons, gray pants. I might look plain but everything interesting is packed.
I have extra Clif Bars, one of the oatmeal raisin power things? I read I’m supposed to call the hotel and ask for a shuttle. Peace Corps made the room reservation, we but had to call and book our flights through their travel agency.
I leave ATL at 9:26am tomorrow, I get to Houston at 10:30 and have to be at the hotel by Noon. I have to get to the airport earlier than I usually would to check these two behemoth bags. I ain’t got no luggage butlah.
Houston. I missed Beyoncé’s visit by just a few days. But she is here in Atlanta tonight. She can probably sense that I am leaving, squad vibes and all. Does anyone say squad anymore? I feel like it’s nearly passé. Now squad vibes, no one ever said that. I did just now and I immediately regretted it.
I had a lot of caffeine today and I am STILL not done writing about Alaska things and I speak very limited Spanish and I am about to go to Guatemala for 2 years.
I’ve eaten Chick-Fil-A, Willy’s, countless Medium Dunkin Donuts Iced Caramel Macchiatos (they’re $2 after 2pm!) and taken lots of hot showers. What am I getting myself into?
We ate halibut I caught in Alaska for dinner. I caught that!
I don’t even have a stash of emergency peanut butter in my bag, to get me through the long wifi-less nights.
I would write in my journal but it’s in a bag somewhere.
My life is in a bag somewhere. The moshi pillow I sleep with is in a bag somewhere. My socks. My dreams. In a bag somewhere.
It’s 2am.
I need to wake up in 5 hours, it’s sleep time.
Sleep. SLEEP. SLEEEEEEP.
Oh, I finished packing while the Presidential Debate was rolling. I just thought that was a funny moment in political happenings to be packing to leave the country. Perhaps far too apt.
Sleep. SLEEP. SLEEEEEEEP.