Sound: "He Got Game" by Public Enemy
We're about 33.5 hours away from my flight taking off. This is the home stretch. And what am I most focused on? Packing? Medicine? Making sure all my affairs are in order?
Nope. I'm focused on getting rid of all the food left in my pantry. Which is why tonight, I'm having people over for brinner (breakfast for dinner). We're having pancakes, eggs, mimosas, and whatever anyone else brings. Good times should be had by all.
Other than stuffing my face with good ol' 'Murikan food, I've been spending this past few days seeing as many friends and as much theater as I can. I saw two fabulous plays this weekend - the first was The Flu Season, which the second years at the Institute are putting on as part of their season. I'll be honest; I didn't like The Flu Season when I first read it. I found the language largely inaccessible and the plot rather stagnant - plodding, at best. But the actors, director, and designer transformed the text into a deeply moving, wonderful, heart-wrenching evening of theater. I laughed, I got verklempt, I felt compelled to tell every person that I love that I love them.
So, readers: I love you.
The second play I saw was a reading of a new play called Like Father. It was written by Mike Poe, an Ithaca College aulmn, and directing by my dear friend Lucy Gram, another alumna of IC. The play is still a somewhat early draft, but it has a very strong center, and I'm excited to see how it grows and develops.
Other than that, I've been packing, breathing deeply, and watching a lot of Food Network. I'm gonna miss Paula Deen, ya'll.
Next time you hear from me, I'll be in Moscow. Завершение и выход!
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
T-minus Nine Days Until Russia
Sound: "Stubborn Love" by The Lumineers
I know, I know. I really sucked at maintaining this blog thing. But I did a pretty good job of it when I lived in London, so I thought that maybe with Study Abroad Part 2: Electric Boogaloo (Moscow Edition), would have similar magic. Also, I wrote down "blog" on every Sunday from now until May 20th in my planner, so that'll help keep me faithful. We hope.
So, we're at nine days until I get on a plane that will take me to Moscow, Russia. Well, technically, I'm getting on a plane that will take me to Zurich, and then I'll get on another plane to Moscow. But I digress. (Side note: why are we transferring in Zurich? I mean, I guess Zurich's cool and all, but last year's students transferred in Amsterdam, and I freaking love Amsterdam.)
Right now, I'm trying to be productive and wrap everything up before I peace out for three months. I did my taxes (woot, woot, refund!), did my FAFSA (woot, woot, student loans!), and started packing up my room. I've been lucky enough to secure a subletter, and, as a good person, I'm trying to clear out most of my stuff so that the woman moving into my room has space for her stuff. Fortunately, I have free storage in the basement of my house/corner of the unused room next to my room (because sometimes I just don't want to carry a giant storage bin down to the basement).
Packing up your entire room leads to some weird situations; you come across stuff, buried in the recesses of the storage bin under your bed, that you forgot you owned. Then, if you're me, you stare at this newly re-discovered item, think "I hope that was a gift. I hope I didn't actually spend money on that," and then, too overwhelmed to decide to keep it or throw it away, shove it back into the storage bin to deal with at some point in the unforeseen future.
I also have (what I suspect is) a somewhat unique packing problem: my books. See, rational me says to leave my books on my bookshelf; they don't take up too much storage space, and they're books. They'll be fine. But then I worry. What if my subletter judges me for my books (I mean, I have two different Complete Works of Shakespeare AND an Asimov's Guide to Shakespeare - this is not really part of the usual)? What if she touches them?! What if she spills wine in them? WHAT IF SHE WRITES/HIGHLIGHTS IN MY PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, SPECIAL BOOKS? Fortunately, rational me is dominant enough to overcome inappropriately-attached-to-my-books-yes-they-might-have-personalities-don't-judge-me me. Also, I'm lazy, and books are heavy, yo. I don't want to drag them down to the basement.
But I'm sure everything will work out just fine. Deep breaths. Only a few more days, and then it's out of my hands, and it's time for another adventure.
I know, I know. I really sucked at maintaining this blog thing. But I did a pretty good job of it when I lived in London, so I thought that maybe with Study Abroad Part 2: Electric Boogaloo (Moscow Edition), would have similar magic. Also, I wrote down "blog" on every Sunday from now until May 20th in my planner, so that'll help keep me faithful. We hope.
So, we're at nine days until I get on a plane that will take me to Moscow, Russia. Well, technically, I'm getting on a plane that will take me to Zurich, and then I'll get on another plane to Moscow. But I digress. (Side note: why are we transferring in Zurich? I mean, I guess Zurich's cool and all, but last year's students transferred in Amsterdam, and I freaking love Amsterdam.)
Right now, I'm trying to be productive and wrap everything up before I peace out for three months. I did my taxes (woot, woot, refund!), did my FAFSA (woot, woot, student loans!), and started packing up my room. I've been lucky enough to secure a subletter, and, as a good person, I'm trying to clear out most of my stuff so that the woman moving into my room has space for her stuff. Fortunately, I have free storage in the basement of my house/corner of the unused room next to my room (because sometimes I just don't want to carry a giant storage bin down to the basement).
Packing up your entire room leads to some weird situations; you come across stuff, buried in the recesses of the storage bin under your bed, that you forgot you owned. Then, if you're me, you stare at this newly re-discovered item, think "I hope that was a gift. I hope I didn't actually spend money on that," and then, too overwhelmed to decide to keep it or throw it away, shove it back into the storage bin to deal with at some point in the unforeseen future.
I also have (what I suspect is) a somewhat unique packing problem: my books. See, rational me says to leave my books on my bookshelf; they don't take up too much storage space, and they're books. They'll be fine. But then I worry. What if my subletter judges me for my books (I mean, I have two different Complete Works of Shakespeare AND an Asimov's Guide to Shakespeare - this is not really part of the usual)? What if she touches them?! What if she spills wine in them? WHAT IF SHE WRITES/HIGHLIGHTS IN MY PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, SPECIAL BOOKS? Fortunately, rational me is dominant enough to overcome inappropriately-attached-to-my-books-yes-they-might-have-personalities-don't-judge-me me. Also, I'm lazy, and books are heavy, yo. I don't want to drag them down to the basement.
But I'm sure everything will work out just fine. Deep breaths. Only a few more days, and then it's out of my hands, and it's time for another adventure.
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