Departure Week

Nothing but a frenzy of boxes, packing materials, decisions, and piles of absolutely "necessary" items that must be brought to Bhutan for which there is no room whatsoever. Underneath it all, a vague sense of unease, anticipation, nervousness, and occasionally downright fear. Hmm. When I was 20, picking up everything and moving across the world involved one backpack, a couple changes of clothing, and an attitude of "who cares." Is it just the difference in age that gives rise to this anxiety? Attachment to hot water, my own bed, food I know I like--in a word--comfort? In any event, its an interesting emotional experience to observe. Nine days now until we board the airplane...