As my (assumed) departure date looms large, and my passport is still “being processed,” as the fine folks at the State Department have been saying for weeks, I am starting to freak out.  It isn’t that I don’t want to go, hell no; I have no idea if I’m going to be ready (or, that matter, legally able) to leave the country on the appointed date.  Everything is making me nervous, as it all seems to be a house of cards.  I suppose everything is like that, but the familiarity of our regular lives keeps us from realizing that. 

Once I have my passport and plane ticket in hand, bags packed, I will feel much better.  Until then, je vais paniquer.

A semi-related bonus:  I finally got all my grades:  4.0.  Woo-hoo!