One week to go...

Well, everyone's in school now and I'm worried about my flight. I'm worried about the visa, which isn't here yet, and crashing (there have been three plane crashes in the past two weeks although mom says plane crashes always come in threes so there's nothing to be worried about) not to mention rumors that Northwest Airline workers are going to go on strike this weekend, possibly delaying or canceling my Wednesday flight from Detroit, who knows? It's been hard to sleep the past few days and to focus on completing simple tasks like taking the keys out of the car before locking it, etc. Oh well, c'est la vie!

I'm working up some enthusiasm, thinking of all the things I'll do, trying to forget the things I'll miss. I've resolved not to worry about family and friends, you'll all be here when I get back and that's the small thread of logic to which my mind desperately clings.

Through e-mail, I have learned a bit about my host family. They all like the group U2 (my favorite) which rocks, I'm going to school with Sophie (evedently she's going to South Africa next year), and right now they have some British, Dutch, and Australian guests staying at their hotel. Also, they have reservations from some Americans for the 20th of September.

On the brink of the plunge,
Tara