Tomorrow. . . already. o.o

As an Army brat, I've noticed a couple things. In particular, moving around every other year is a part of my lifestyle; it always has been.  If I had to stay in one place my whole life, I might go crazy. Or die. Whatever happens first.  Anyway, I mention this at the beginning of this blog post because today I was reminded of something. There is one move I remember fairly well, this one being when I moved from South Carolina to Carlisle, PA after living in there for four years.  It was the summer of 2006, and I was fourteen.  Even as we were driving up to Carlisle Barracks, I remember the move just not phasing me, like it hadn't sunk in.   It only hit me a couple weeks after we'd settled in and I wanted to go to the movies with my friends back in South Carolina.  I picked up my phone to call them, and then I remembered, "oh yeah, I live four states away." It was like a tidal wave, finally feeling the aftermath of moving again.  But for such a long time, I went unphased. Last night, the thought of packing and actually going to Russia finally sunk in. After months and months of being like, "I'm going to Russia," and getting ready for the trip, I finally grasp the actuality of it all happening. And so soon.  In the midst of shopping and packing and saying goodbyes, I feel like I'm running out of time, but in the back of my mind, I feel like everything will work out okay - and I guess that's just what I need to bring to the forefront of my thoughts and just keep moving and getting ready.
Today, I had the last hispanic meal I'll be able to eat in a while. And in that way, I feel pretty satisfied. My dad and I found a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, and we weren't expecting much, just something like a kitchen-y kind of place, but we walked into a semi-fancy restaurant that obviously doubled as a nightclub with two bars, two VIP lounges, a music stage, a DJ station, and, oh yeah, a marble dance floor that was lowered in the center of the room.  And on top of that, the food was awesome. So when I come back for those couple weeks in the summer, I know where I'll be getting a few lunches :).

I also got my toes painted a ridiculously bright shade of pink, bought some converse, and now I just need to go get the last of the things I need to get before I can start packing. Like a camera. That might end up being sort of important.  Every time I think about the clock ticking, my heart pounds just a little faster, and I wish more and more I moved faster than time permits, just to make sure I'm ready to go.  As of this moment, I've got seventeen hours and forty minutes before I get on my plane to JFK (and then, obviously, to Moscow).  Holy crap.

Let's just hope when I finally do get to Moscow I don't try to call my old housemates from the Russian House seeing if they want to play Mario Kart or watch a movie (#brothersistersecrets).

Currently listening to:

• Katy Perry - "Last Friday Night (TGIF)" 
• Lady Gaga - "You and I" 
• Brooks and Dunn - "Ain't Nothin' About You"
• AC/DC - "Girls Got Rhythm" 
• Carlos Santana - "Turn Your Lights on (feat. Everlast)"