Independence Day

Happy fourth of July (tomorrow)! This is my first official post, so welcome! I figured I've been on the verge of a breakdown for long enough (I always cry before big life changes) that I should just go ahead and write already. To give you an idea of what you're getting into, I envision this blog as a cross between Adventure Time and True Life: I'm relocating for love. Anyway, the countdown is on! I leave for Argentina on the evening of July 21st, so... whatever, you do the math. I'd like to post several times a month while I'm abroad, but I won't have my laptop with me, so posts may be brief and low tech. You'll experience the pictures, recipes, and dance moves in person.

But before I think of returning to the United States, I have to think about the excruciating and complex process of leaving. It means saying goodbye to close friends and family until *gulp* next year (Which reminds me, New Years Eve party at my house!). It also means that I'll have to buy five months worth of shampoo and conditioner, which is probably the hardest thing to conceptualize.

In addition, I'd like to make a few shout outs. I'd like to begin by thanking all the families that paid me to watch their children this summer, even though the little brats never even gave me one stinking silly band. Whatever. That money will pay for many completely legal alcoholic beverages as well as a few weeks of travel at the end of the program if all goes as hoped. Next, I'd like to say a brief prayer for all the cows that will die by some gentle Argentinean man's hand so that I might have several tender rib roasts per day. Finally, I'd like to bid bon voyage to friends that are also traveling abroad next semester, as well as those that remain at Wesleyan to hold down the fort until spring.

Again, Happy Fourth! Light fireworks, attend a BBQ, bear arms (and more, rawr), GO USA!