help is here

So Megan is absolutely awesome and has agreed to be my internet lifeline. I should have fairly reliable net access for the first three months during training--pictures, stories, you'll see it all here. After that, who knows? It sounds like access will be sporadic at best. Megan, however, has agreed to type up the letters I send her and post them here. Yay Megan! Good luck with my handwriting.

Editing Power!

Rah! Looks like it works. =) This is Megan! The California expat living in the Old West. I thought I was moving to Illinois, but after being in California and seeing everyone and everything that's most important to me, I'm re-evaluating. I thought moving to Illinois would be enough of a growth experience inside the context of excelling in a job that really, I don't like, because I like to think of myself as an honest person, and the company I work for has a lower sense of integrity than I'd like. Maybe it's time for a bigger leap....

Victoria, do you think you'll have a guest room in Guinea? =)

i'm going to philadelphia!

I just got my plane tickets for Philadelphia--where I'll be for staging (two days of orientation and shots before heading off). I'm leaving at 9 am on January 10th. Wow, it's real, it's really real! And I'm getting there a day early and staying in the historic part of town, so I'll get to check out Independance Hall, the liberty bell and other nifty geeky delights. All of the Guinea PCVs from the west coast will be there early, it'll be great to meet everyone and have complete freedom for a day. Then I'm flying out to Africa on the 13th. Aah! I am so excited!!

3:09 and feeling edgy

Horrible idea I just read: If life as we know it is a fluke, restricted to our humble planet, and assuming that there is no supreme being...then George W. Bush is the most powerful organism in the universe. I shudder to think it.

My french book is giving me anxiety. It's sitting there staring at me, open to page deux cent trente-trois, sporting nothing more menacing than a cartoon of a race car driver but somehow filling me with icy tingles all the same. Maybe it's the fact that I should really be on page trois cent quatre-vingt onze (391 is literally three hundered fourscore and eleven, I love french numbers!) but mostly it's just the slight panic of everything I don't know rushing towards me so frikkin fast. Panic and adrenaline. Four weeks to go.