This time tomorrow, I'll be on my way to JFK. (Maybe even already there, god forbid.) It's unreal. Ghana. Africa. Another continent. I haven't yet reconciled it, not the way I reconciled China.

Nowhere near ready. I've done most of my money-intensive stuff (though I think I'm springing for a few B&W filters, but even those are comparatively cheap); what's left is the long, arduous tasks. Packing. Documenting necessary addresses. Burning a stack of MP3 CDs. And maybe, if the gods are smiling on me, even sleeping a bit. It's unlikely, though - I'll be on campus 'til 8, and then Jon and I are having the usual suspects over to watch Back to the Future 1 and 2. They'll be gone by 2 - if we're lucky.

Jon. This is the first time I've gone on a trip where I have the (mutual) right to miss someone. Our longest separation to date has been five days; this trip will double that. The past week or so has been so bittersweet. I've never felt - and expressed - this much love before in my life. And try as I might to the contrary, I guess I have after all taken him for granted, in some capacity. It's not that I won't enjoy myself for want of him, but I'll be wishing every moment that he was there.

Pre-trip meeting tonight. I haven't seen anyone (well, aside from Dee, haha) in months. Glad we're meeting, too - hopefully it'll help psych me up a bit, because at the moment I'm too preoccupied with the shit that awaits my return to really get all that excited.

Ghana. Hmm.