A whole *period of time* has boiled down to this very moment:
The Final Post Before Jesse Leaves For The Unknown.
It's a little scary, but it only just hit me that HOLY BEJEEZUS I'M GOING TO INDONESIA FOR 5 WHOLE WEEKS. WITHOUT MY PARENTS. ON MY OWN.
It's both beyond wonderful and terrifying.
What if someone plants drugs in my bag?
Worse, what if "someone" plants drugs in my bag?
(I know I've put this one up before, but it seemed so appropriate.)
It's not a holiday. I mean, it is. But it's more of a learning experience where each participant can grow and develop as a person, immersed in a rich, foreign culture that speaks a language we think we sort of know, but oh my- we don't know anything.
I'm not going to promise to post while I'm over there, mainly because I want to get closer to nature and make a scrapbook of my experiences but there also won't be internet available all the time, which might pose a problem. But, I will say this:
My brother is a moron. Seriously, I thought he was the smart, nice one. Again, I am disappointed; does he want me to like the other twin more? Good Lord.
I will also say this, after losing concentration:
I will put up lots of photos (or at least photos of pages of my scrapbook which WILL HAPPEN DAMNIT) when I arrive back safely in Melbourne. Ahh, Melbourne. I miss you already.
As another general note, I want to apologise for my titles. They usually have little to do with what I fail to discuss in posts, especially in this one. But they do have relevance to me; like when I look back on this post a couple of months from now, I'll remember 'Mexicana' as that night I sat eating Mexicana chips paranoid the security guards at the airport would kill me the next day, completely unprepared but pretty much willing to actually go all out and talk as much as possible. Hooray.
Love to you all, happy holidays, and just know Micheru, by the time I see you next, I'll be saying:
I know what you did last summer.
