Prologue

WARNING: Mom and dad, if you are reading this—Do not freak out. Life is dangerous. I’m okay.
To everybody else: I enjoy long winding sentences filled with tangents and parenthesis.

To my sister, Rebecca, don’t worry. I have seen one or two other blondes here. I highly doubt I am going to be sold into white slavery.

A combination of non-stop traveling and technical difficulties such as limited internet and blogspot’s automatic system flagging my blog as spam have prevented me from updating until now.

Here goes:
(10-6- 10-8, 2008)
There was a lot between Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and it mostly didn’t entail sleeping. But that’s probably for the better considering the potential back damage I probably averted from not spending another full night on a steadily deflating air mattress that often left me an inch off the ground by morning. There was the endless packing (mostly extricating my stuff from my friend Rowen’s room I had subletted), the hamster handoff, the pad thai extravaganza to thank my roommates for welcoming my presence temporarily into their household. And there was the realization that even without my laptop, I had failed to pack light. Still, throughout the whirlwind of errands I managed to watch the presidential town hall debate, eat some awesome afghani Ashak, finish “Reading Lolita in Tehran” before my trip, and hang out with a few friends. It’s going to be weird being in another country in the month leading up to the election.