Two weeks until I move to Thailand. Temporarily, of course, but for a significant chunk of time. As the days tick by, as I strain my mouth muscles trying to learn the Thai language (tonal languages give your jaw muscles a surprising workout!), and frantically throw together a pile of things to pack, I am growing excited, nervous, panicked, and overwhelmed, all at once.
It occurs to me I just might be crazy.
I leave behind my patient and supportive husband. These next two weeks I must whip the house into shape before he descends into bachelor mode. I imagine this is the last deep cleaning our house will receive until I return home in September. I scramble to complete gardening projects. Jot down instructions for taking care of the cats and houseplants. Spend as much time with Mark as possible.
All the while, I keep racing through my mental checklist. I have my travel visa. My wardrobe planned. My clothing ensemble for my friend’s Bangkok wedding purchased and packed. A stack of teaching materials and lesson ideas. There is only so much I can plan for until I reach the village I will be living and teaching in for the summer.
Two weeks and counting…