In Which Amy Gets Ready... (Myspace Blog)

So, I can no longer contain my excitement.

In 8 days I will be getting on an airplane and taking the longest trip of my life, on so many levels.

I am going to England.

My colleagues are jealous. My students think I'm never coming back, and tell me in their four-year-old voices "But I can't go with you - I might miss Barney." My brother tells me not to forget I'm an American.

8 days.

I am going for a total of 9 days. Each plane trip is about 12 hours. I might be eaten by sharks when the plane crashes over the ocean. I care about that - I really do... but I'm not going to let it stop me.

I am being taken to London for the weekend. There are 'plans'. I don't know what that means, and I'm not being told. I'm not supposed to ask. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not ask? I'm only the nosiest person in the whole world - if I were a cat I would have been killed by the curiosity - and I'm not supposed to ask?! But I'm being a good girl. I promise. I'm not asking.

This may be a turning point in my life. I just don't know... and I'm ready and excited to find out. So tonight... laundry. Not really fun, but more fun when I think about the fact that this laundry will be going with me. To England.

God - how the hell am I supposed to wait that long? Anyone invented the machine that speeds up and slows down time yet? I'll be needing to borrow it for a few weeks. I promise that /you/ won't notice if I stop time forever.