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T-5 days

The countdown is on. 

There are piles of clothes, shoes, nursing supplies, paperwork, and cards and gifts ALL over my room. My list of to-dos is still as long as my arm, despite the fact that every time I leave the house I do a few things from that aforementioned list on my way to wherever I'm going. A few times each day, I step back, take a couple of deep breaths and remember that every "little thing gonna be alright." It's probably going to be more than just alright. But, with all great adventures, we never know what things are actually going to be like until we get there.

One of the main items on my list is to, "Tell your people that you love them ALL the time."
I feel a little bit like the Youtube child sensation Jessica. If you, like me, spend far too much time on the internet, than you know what I'm talking about. If not...


Megan Fulton, and Roxann McArthur, that was for YOU.

As I walk or drive around doing my errands I say to myself, "I love my house, I love my Mom, I love my friends, I love my brothers, I love my Dad, I love my gym, I love the beach, I love the mountains... I love my whole church (clap), my whole life is great... Yeah, yeah."

Last night when I was adding to my packing list I felt a still, small voice hit me in the back of my mind.

Amanda, stop trying to reproduce the life you have in California. 

I stopped for a second, and thought to myself. "Am I trying to bring my life with me?" Honest answer, yes, I think I probably am. I have so much here, that trying to hold onto it all has been really, really tempting.

Eeeeeeeeeep! What's going to happen when I let go of everything that I "have" and just go for it no matter what?

You tell me, because I honestly have no idea.

Just in case you are a part of my life here, and I haven't told you lately, I LOVE you. Now, I have a list to get done.




PS. My interim practice permit just came in from the Colegio Enfermeros de Peru. It looks like this.



Que bueno! Ya estoy listo.


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