My Last Night

So, it's been a crazy day. I've been packing and organizing and cleaning. I went and saw Slumdog Millionaire (really good with just pictures showing real life--and I want the soundtrack) There's been tornado warnings all night with softball sized hail (for real! Deb, now I know, when you hear the sirens, you run outside with an onion in one hand and a knife in the other to watch the hail hit your car--I was making collard greens for the family). I had the traditional "last supper" with my family and best friend and her kids (tonight's menu: lasanga, good crust bread, Liberian collard greens [for the fam] and a big glass of cold milk--all things that I can't get in Liberia).
It's 12:30am. The house is quiet (except for my iTunes). My bags are not packed. My room is a mess. I still have to pick up a few things at the store. There are no sheets on my bed. And, I have yet to list on my flight from Atlanta to Brussels.

That's normal for me. The worst packing procrastinator.

Normally, I would stay up til 4:30am packing. Making lists. Checking them twice. And one more time, just in case. But not tonight. I've decided to turn on my electric blanket for the last time. I'll put some fresh sheets on my bed after I post this. And then I'll crawl into my comfy bed for one last night of glorious, deep and quiet sleep. The next time that I will be in a bed, I will be under a mosquito net, (probably) sweating, listening to crickets and waves and car horns. Oh Liberia, here I come!

But, the other day, Debbie sent me an email, and this is what it said:
This should get you through the next week of craziness... just remember HE is waiting for you. :-)

Yes, Koiboy is waiting for me! And I can't wait to scoop him up and give him a big hug and kiss!