On the brink

In other news I will be going to school in London this fall. When I think about being away from the friends I have made here and leaving my boyfriend and my garden and the comfort of a bimonthly paycheck, September approaches like a bullet from a gun. Then whenever I have to get up in the morning and go back to work, where we all behave as though we're busy and we all bicker about the proper way to distribute forms to the rest of the office, or some other task of equal mundaneity- grad school simply cannot come fast enough.

I cannot believe I am actually going to hazard life in another country. I will be broke and homesick and lonely, and still I cannot turn down the undertaking. I applied to the School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine more on a whim than any serious intent. But from the moment I received my acceptance, I knew that no matter how difficult the task of moving, I would go.

Now here I am with plane ticket in hand, scared shitless, time slipping away like an oiled-up eel, bracing myself for the adventure and the sadness.