One Week Left.

It has been quite a while since my last post, and I apologise for it. It's been rather hard dealing with something major that happened. Sorry for the vagueness, but I'll just say I started packing some clothes a lot earlier than I had thought.

I now have less than a week left before I leave and I feel I have not gotten very much done. I have mostly been moping around and stressing about the house, not accomplishing anything because there is just too much to do. Sounds familiar? I feel like I am back in university (Note to self: work on your ability to accomplish things on a tight schedule while you are gone).

The money situation is very good at the moment. I believe I'll be able to survive with the amount that I managed to save and fundraise. I'll have to monitor how much I spend in the first month I'm there to know exactly how much I need, and how much I can afford. With meals on the street often less than a dollar, I don't think I'll have a hard time affording food!

Christmas brought me together with friends and family, who I feel have been very supportive of me, and the impending doom I have put myself into. My aunt asked me if I'm afraid of being lonely. I said no, but the truth is that I am terrified. It part of what I need to work on, not needing the presence of others in order to feel occupied or happy.

Christmas also brought some much needed things. Let's just say I've never been so happy to see the familiar pink colour of anti-diarrhoea medication sticking out of my stalking! But I'm sure I'll be even more happy in a couple months when I'm crossing my legs as if cracking a walnut trying to find that pink box and regretting my decision to eat at that sketchy street stall run by that old wrinkly lady with no teeth.