Stress? Me?

Alright, so we're on the final countdown. And only this morning have we finally booked a car, a place to stay, and confirmed our tickets. I think that's pretty true to form for my family. And I was just wondering why I've broken out into a Monet on my face, I look like pointalism in it's purest abstract form. I think I've figured it out.

I finished work last Friday in a flurry of papers and coffee with colleagures and right smack in the middle of preparations for a big ministerial visit that I won't be here for. Woohoo! It was definately an experience - working at an Embassy. A good friend once said that "Making foreign policy is like making sausage. It's not pretty, and if you saw what went into it, you might not want to eat it in the end. " Frankly, I think that we should put that on our pens and stationary.

4 days left in India - and I can't believe all the things I haven't done. I was seriously attempting to squeeze a one day trip up to Amritsar in the Punjab into my schedual - until I realised it was already 11am and I didn't have any serious plans of getting up in at least the next 2 hours. I tell myself that I'm training to deal with my jetlag - if I'm sleeping halfway into my day here.. then I've only got 6 hours of jet lag to deal with, instead of 12. Not bad if you ask me.

In reality, in between bouts of intense shopping (my mother) and drinking sweet lime soda by the pool (me and my brother) I've figured out that I'm ready to leave. People do this strange thing where they tip their heads on the side, assume this really huper concerned look and say "Is it time? Are you ready?" It cracks me up. Just because 90% of the native population of this country is itching to leave, doesn't mean that I am.

There are certainly things that I am looking forward to however - lettuce. I can't wait to have a big salad of romaine or greenleaf lettuce. And not have it taste like bleach or iodine. I can't wait to go to a grocery store.. I think I'm just going to wander around for a little while. I can't wait to buy a bra from a real store, and not from a guy on a street corner who is offering to measure you himself. *laugh*

Alright - I can feel a bout of packing coming on. 9 months in two 70lb bags. I can do it! Take care all. Blogging will be pretty sporadic the next little while. It doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you. ;-)