mistakes aren't always regrets.

recently, i've been very apathetic about my personal life. not so much about politics or work, but about my room (i still have not unpacked completely from my mexico trip i returned from nearly a week ago) which is an absolute mess from packing/selling off my belongings before my move. and about getting back to/keeping up with friends.

mostly i've been sitting in my bed or on the front porch or riding my bike aroud aimlessly (and crashing) trying to dream up what Sanaa and Yemen will be like. i'm honestly close to terrified--and as all my friends remind me...i know i'm supposedly adequately prepared for this, but i'm frankly not worried about my classes or my saftey; i am worried about being lonely. i'm worried about my interviews going badly. i'm worried that i will be unable to relate to the other people, especially girls in the program. i'm worried i will get sick. i'm worried about the long flights. i'm just kind of generally worried.

i'll get over it.

i leave july 1st. come visit beforehand.