I really hate packing. And right now, the hardest part is seperating myself from my books. As I pull them off of the shelves, each one seems to me to be an excelent resource to have overseas. But I am allowing myself only three books. Everything else is on my reader. Three actual books. But which three?
A book of one act plays?
A lovely collection of short stories?
An anthology of world playwrites?
A book on contemporary Southeast Asian Theatre?
A big, thick, novel that I haven't gotten around to reading yet?
A compact novel that I have read and re-read a thousand times, but haven't looked at in 10 years?
I love how we create obsticles for ourselves. Sometimes it feels like I give myself excuses to procrastinate.
Speaking of procrastinating. I am finally offically TESOL certified. BUT. I am super nervous because I took too long to take the test, we leave Philadelphia on Monday, and although ITTT is shipping my certificate express through DHL, I have no idea if it will get here on time. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe today. Hopefully they ship on Saturdays... ITTT sent an email last night at 10:30 saying that the package will be shipped "today or tomorrow." Well. Here, "today" was yesterday and "tomorrow" is right now. So nervous and frustrated.
Also, I forgot about a little thing like asking for letters of recomendation. I have one from my current employer, but nothing else. Luckily my last position was at a recruiting firm and they are used to dealing with last minute employment letters, and another person that I worked under seems to have had one for me on file. She sent me one 3 minutes after I emailed her, and it's pretty specific to me and my former position. But. I don't have a printer. And I need to print them and run around the city tomorrow and have them signed. Tomorrow. Before the movers come. So I had better stop writing and get packing, right?
Ugh. I own too many books and too many sweaters. One giant moth infestation and 20 years of accumilated goods would be destroyed.