i leave in 3 days.
only 2 days left in ipatinga, my city
and it doesnt feeel like i'm leaving.
just like before, my suitcases are staring at me, with a big frowny-face, waiting for me to start stufffing everything into them. alll my ugly clothes that i have worn how many times, alll the foood im going to try to sneak into the country, all my brasilian presents. dont wanna pack.
i have an endlist line of post-it notes scattered everywhere. i have each day planned down to the hour because i know i'll forget something. never been this organized in my life. and its kinda scary.
i'm so stresssed about luggage, gooodbyes &squeezing last minute wax/nail appointments that it hasnt hit me. i hope it doesnt hit me until ..never that way i'll save the complete and total meltdown while going through customs in Chicago for later. save me the embarrassment.
i have literally forgotten so much about the US of A that i am going to have the worst culture shock immaginble. i'm going to hug and kiss people out of excitement and i'll get crazy looks. i'm going to speak português like it's everyones first language and i'll get crazy looks. (and give crazy looks back. how don't you understand "oi?!" or "beijos?!" what have you never heard português before?!) i'm going to look for the rice and beans on the table at lunch and i'll get crazy looks. i'm going to reply, "don't worry, i'll take the bus." and get crazy loooks. i'll talk about going to BH for the weekend, like everyone's beeen there ..and get crazy looks.
maybe i'll have reallly bad culture shock ..or maybe as soon as i enter pulaski, pennsylvania and walk into my house ..i'll realize everything is exactly the same. ..expect that barb has rearrange all the tuberware containers, although thats a weekly event.
this has been my life for the past year and now when everything is perfect, when everything fits, i'm expected to give it all up?
