Staging

Here I am at staging... yes I am finally here. Today I will really begin down my Peace Corps path. It has been difficult to get here, or should I say difficult to leave. When I think about 2 years I get a little nauseous. A lot can change in two years. I would like to think that all that will change will be for the better but I am realistic and realize that just can't happen.

It was difficult to leave my friends, to walk away knowing that there are some of them I might never see again because two years will prove to much. Others will be with me forever, and knowing that makes leaving a little easier. But there are still some I wish to hold on to, not wanting to let them go because I am not sure if we have bonded sufficiently to hold us through the two years I will be gone. I can't dwell on this because it will make me crazy, what will be will be and those I am meant to keep will be kept.

Now on a lighter note... I am a horrible packer. I thought I was OK that I could meet the weight requirements. Well I have two bags one 29lbs.... grossly under weight and one 84lbs.... grossly over weight. Now I must weigh the options:

A. repack hoping to even then out still knowing that one or both could end up over the 50lbs regulation weight
B. say screw it, take them the way I have them and pay for my packing stupidity.

Two very tricky possibilities.