Tonight all my bags should be packed with care, a whole year's worth of Maggie Stuff compressed (some with those awesome compression bags - buy real Space Bags, not the generics, even if 99% of the time I opt for generics) into two large suitcases, one carry on, plus my laptop.
I fly to Chicago in the morning, early. Thankfully it's a direct flight. From Tulsa, that's kind of rare. Yay Southwest. They also won't charge me extra for checking the two bags full of all my
I'll spend time with family Wednesday and Thursday, then make my way near the airport on Friday for pre-departure meetings followed by a bloggy meet up of happy proportions where I should get to meet Zoeyjane, Sandy, Maria and again Mishi and Lou (who is awesome enough to help with transport).
Sidenote: Friday night I may or may not have more information or answers about the reason (and barely more clarified here) I'm knocking on wood. Assuming good news or the more likely just plain no news yet, my JET 2009-2010 life begins. (If you want to know the truth, it's this one little bitty paragraph you are reading right now that is more on my mind than anything else, and until we know, I'm scared, not just for possibly not going to Japan but for the whole entire rest of it that I can't talk about here and hope I never, ever need to because it would mean something very sucky.) End of sidenote.
Saturday morning I'm off to the airport and the flight to Tokyo early afternoon. The flight is a bit over 13 hours, but I'll arrive the afternoon of the next day, local time with all that crazy time change stuff (returning from Japan, the time change will mean I'll arrive before I left), and hopefully I'll have some energy to play in Tokyo after getting to the hotel that evening. There will be days of seminars before I'll make my way out to the middle of nowhere in the beautiful place that I'll call home for the next year, near the crazy bitch stuff.
It's looking like 2 weeks or more before I'll have internet at home, but I might be able to log in from work sometimes. Effective now, I'll likely be way behind on all of your blogs and may or may not get to update this one for a few weeks, but maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised with internet access somewhere/somehow sooner. Or I'll die of the crazy.
Ready to go, I'll appear to be, by bedtime tonight, even if a part of me lingers unpacked, uncontained, unfettered moving freely in spirit all over my home where my man and my kitties shall dwell a gazillion mile away. I can't express how much I'll miss them. It hurts to think about it. It makes me second guess these grand plans, even while knowing it will be a good thing and that Tom supports this 100% (and will get to visit me in Japan!). When I come home, no more being apart. Goodbye is just too painful to make a habit of this kind of thing.
None of my bags packed themselves as I typed this, which means I'm suddenly even more super busy and need another latte.