The Abyss

With my medical portion submitted, I now have nothing to do for the Peace Corps but sit and wait. I obsessively check my online application where it lets you know your status. However, if anything with your status changes, you get a nice little email from the Peace Corps saying, "Your online application has been updated." Even without that email, I still check. So while I wait ever so patiently for that one potentially life changing update, I think every so often about the things I'll miss. Some are obvious, my family, friends, my dog, Starbucks. But other things come up here and there, like how my computer completely crashed and died the other day, so I just went to the Public Library a few blocks away and used theirs. There is a good chance I won't have that convenience in EurAsia. Or how I will miss driving in my car belting out "Rocky Raccoon" by the Beatles. One other thing about this whole process is the complete uncertainty of it all. I could go to Europe. Or Asia. In two Months. Or six months. Or Not at all. I could go somewhere rural, with no running water, or electricity, or paved roads. Or I could go to some capital city with internet cafes and cell phones, and advanced transit systems. So I guess I'm not entirely sure what I will and what I won't miss when I'm gone. Of course, no matter where I go, it won't have my family and friends and Scout.