In 48 hours I will finally be on my way. I am praying for smooth flights and easy travels. I feel calm and confident that all will be well. A few last preparations are in the works, but for the most part, I think I am ready to go. I'm sure a million little things will pop up but if I had to leave right now I could. It's difficult to prepare for every possible senario and not over or under pack. My recent conversations with Sam have been brief and unsatisfying but I think we both feel a need to conserve our energy and conversation for our 2 weeks together. Everyone keeps telling me, "I hope you get the answers you are looking for, whatever those are". Guess that about sums it up, although I think as many questions will be asked as will be answered. But that's what keeps LOST and life going!
I love traveling but hate leaving, especially the comforts of home and the warm coziness of my critters. I get all panicy. Will just be best when I am in the air and on my way and wont think about the comfort of my own bed or the sad look on Lulu's face.
Turns out that Phil "forgot" to send me camp supplies to take down. Nice that I don't have to deal with and extra bag but lame that I will now show up at HIVSA empty handed.
