"Walk On" by U2

Right now I am in Philadelphia. Tomorrow I report to staging. Here is a brief report of the last week:



Last Saturday I had a little Bon Voyage BBQ in a park. Of course out of the 5 or so days a year Phoenix has cold and rainy weather, last Saturday was one. Despite the weather, I think it went pretty well and everyone seemed to have fun especially once the Apples to Apples started going. Maximus and Bonsai were there but they weren't the best friends Monica and I had been hoping they would be.



The next week I tried my best to pack. It is very difficult because I really do not have a good idea of what is required. The packing list is prefaced as recommendations. Things like 1 or 2 sets of full sized sheets are pretty much impossible to take with the limits of 80 pounds and my two hands.

Philly has been great as usual. The flower show wasn't really my style but there were some interesting things. The pressed flower photos and some of the competitions were neat. I was amazed at the Bonsai trees that are 100 years old and have had decades of training. For the final night Megan, Diann and I certainly lived it up!

For the song selection, I chose "Walk On" by U2, cuz with PC should simplify their packing list to "the only baggage that you can bring is all that you can't leave behind", physically and emotionally.

"Maybe Someday" by the Cure

Welcome to my blog. I am a week away from departing for Philadelphia and subsequently to Morocco. To keep with the title of the blog and in an attempt to be somewhat distinctive from the 500 other blogs about PC Morocco, I have decided to try and integrate a song into every post that is reflective of my experience.

The question I am asked the most about leaving is a hog-wild "Are you soooo excited?". Upon which I usually give a disappointing "sure" or I try and unconvincingly fake it with "OMG you can not even begin to believe how so". Sometimes my response is even further exacerbated when my mom decides to tell everyone she encounters about my plans. No mom, the clerk at Bose does not need to know where I am going precisely because I do not want his gambling advice (Morocco is slightly different from Monaco). Typically in these pre-depature conversations, everyone acts as a PC and Moroccan expert, informing me on what to expect based on their experiences of traveling in Kenya or their best-friend's sister's roommate's PC experience in the DR. In response, I act like a naive and ignorant newly hatched chick who just signed-up on a whim, because it is the nice thing to do.

I never really knew how to honestly answer this question until recently I was driving in my car listening to some rare Cure tracks when Maybe Someday acoustic remix came on and there is one line that sums up how I feel at this point. "Get too scared to jump if I wait too long." It has been over a year since I applied so I have been waiting a long time. During which my excitement has slowly decayed and my fright has increased. With all that said, Maybe Someday actually will be next week and I am starting to get excited again.