First of all, let’s get the most important item out of the way.
Damn, that feels good. Thank you, Obama, for treating Roy’s Boys so well.
Second of all, despite originally scoffing at this show and everything it stood for, I am now in-over-my-head obsessed with Greek. And although I know he’s not the one I should be swooning over, I’ve fallen in love with Evan Chambers.
Or Jake McDorman, I guess. Whatever. He’s Evan.
And…third of all, I’m leaving for the next month. If you remember that time I tried to surround myself in mystique and hint to a summer adventure, here it is.
I’m going to New Zealand! I’m going to New Zealand. It hasn’t sunk in yet. Probably due to the following factors being blocked by the process of selective memory:
- 18+ hrs on a plane
- 44 pounds maximum in 1 checked bag
- boots slightly less offensive than these (if only by the merit of their women’s design)
- no hair dryer
- no clothing dryer
- one towel
- 11 strangers
- a conservation project that will no doubt have my project leader limiting us to 5 minute showers
- southern hemisphere winter
- no cell phone
- no computer (?)
- my high maintenence status
Yes. Looking at that list, one might think this will culminate in disaster. But hey, I’m going to look on the bright side instead & say that remains to be seen. With “the right mindset” (traveler’s guide, pg 46), that last little bullet could be totally annihilited.
For my sanity, let’s hope so.
And yes, I did sign myself up for this. Six months ago. When “Oh, I’ll just go to New Zealand for five weeks” sounded like a romantic proposition.
I will be back June 18th, holding no freaky wilderness accidents occur. Enjoy the rest of May, tumblr, & don’t miss me too much.
P.S. Just so you know I’ve studied, that there, above, is a kiwi, and bob’s your uncle.