Well..

Here we are, about 17 hours until we all meet in the driveway of Dave's house. Hard to believe that by 1:30pmEST on Friday we will be de-planing on a runway somewhere in Auckland, NZ.

Today has been frought with all kinds of worries - first & foremost - the MP3 player that I purchased specifically for this trip BROKE today! ARRRRGH. Actually, to be honest, I broke the player. I accidentally kicked it while it was loaded into the USB drive on a computer at work. On my way today, my car stalled a few times (what's that about), and finally, after I started a load of laundry and was still in the basement - I realized that it wasn't spinning. It was whooshing and whirring... but it wasn't spinning. Uncanny, really, because Dave's washer is also doing the same thing. Are these all signs that I'm not supposed to go... or signs that I'm supposed to power through? That question is for naught, as I've already bought the tickets and made the arrangements and there is really NO WAY IN THE WORLD that I'm not going.

Still not ready to leave - I'm writing this instead of packing. All of the clothes I want to take are carelessly thrown into the suitcase I'm bringing, and I find myself wishing for a bigger one. How am I supposed to make a trip to the South Pacific with only one suitcase. Cruel and unusual, I tell you.

I'm off to make procrastinators proud by keeping the clothes carelessly tossed in the suitcase, and going to bed.... and lay awake for a few hours while trying to decide if I should purchase another MP3 player or not...


love,
kendra