Meltdown

This week, my school is on spring vacation, and it could not have come at a better time. The weekend before spring break (right after the visa application post) I had a bit of a melt down. See, for those of you fluent in the language of paper-work, it is tedious, but not too often absolutely overwhelming. However, for those of us less experienced paper-work-filler-outers, these long, small print, confusing papers can sometimes push us to the breaking point (ish). So continues my story. Saturday night comes along, and at this point, part one of the visa application has been sent off to receive an apostille (see the * in the previous post to explain what it is). I was sitting there reflecting on the day and my progress on the visa application, when I was suddenly overcome (and here is the part where you have to trust me that I am not crazy) by the sudden desire to just be alone, away from paperwork, away from the constant reminders that I needed to get any number of forms to any number of places. So my poor mother, who was not necessarily part of the problem, but just the nearest victim, got the full wrath of my (and this is the part where I have to admit that maybe I was the tiniest bit crazy) rant. The rant basically consisted  of me needing a day just to MYSELF. This went on for about five minutes. Yeah, five minutes. Anyway, the next day I got up, I ate my Rice Chex, and then I spent the whole day, alone. And it was awesome. I guess the reason I post this, since really none of you care all that much, is to show that going abroad is not all fun and games (even before I actually go abroad). If you are averse to waxing on the philosophical, don't continue reading. My hope is that going abroad will encompass the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, and that this is the beginning of that wonderful roller coaster of emotion. (Sorry I am rereading that and it sounds REALLY cheesy.)
Thanks for reading!