Nine Weeks.

I had a friend ask me this weekend how many weeks until I leave.


I'd still been thinking in terms of months...or after the holidays...or a common response from me would be "not til February!"....but after this question a quick estimation brought me to nine weeks.


Nine weeks people. Nine weeks!


I had been feeling good about all that I've been getting done for the trip over the past few weeks. Shopping for some supplies and picking out a few Christmas presents for myself to use in Romania. And let me tell you having to choose items that you will use exclusively for 4 months is a slightly daunting task.


This past week I went to the doctor for my physical and first round of vaccinations. I sent off my passport renewal AND I told my job I was quitting in January. All big check list items. But now, after looking at the calendar, I'm starting to wonder how it will all get done. I still have 4 of my 5 books to finish reading. Papers to write. And an apartment to pack. And trips to take. Friends to be with, to say good bye to. And of course, a heart to prepare.


Reality of my going starting set in more as I am doing more to get myself ready, but it is also becoming a little bit more unbelievable too. To think in 9 weeks I'll be winging my way over the Atlantic to live in a city with people I don't know. Unbelievable. But also to a city I'm sure I will come to love and people that will become my community. Thats pretty unbelievable too.


On a side note, I'll try to be better about blogging in my last 9 weeks in the states. It goes on the list too.