…And one day. I’m starting to get excited here people. This means that it’s time for packing lists!
(Not here of course. The number of shoes that I’m planning to take on a SERVICE trip is embarrasing. Especially after having just read the Chron editorial from a girl who was clearly in one of my training sessions since she cited the fact that none of us said “helping people” was our reason for doing DukeEngage and who is only allowed to take ONE BACKPACK for two months. So we will skip the enumeration of my packing list, k?)
I’m also having lots of fun making mix CDs to entertain myself during the drive— yes, it is unspeakably dorky to have a mix filled with “car” songs, meaning songs that have “car,” “drive,” “mile,” or “registration” in the title but any rule that allows Chamillionaire “Ridin’ Dirty” to be immediately followed by Mae’s “Skyline Drive” is FINE BY ME.
Oh, yes, and I can’t wait to get to NOLA and start working because besides giving me something to do and feel like less of an insomniac waste of air and gas, I will then have something to tell people who ask “what exactly are you doing this summer?” besides “working for an urban planning and architecture firm.” This answer is problematic mostly because I am a well-known English major, so besides the fact that my advisor will tell you quite freely that he’s not entirely sure that there’s a point to rebuilding New Orleans since the entire geography of the area is unsustainable, there’s the problem that I am the last person you want rebuilding anything. (Mild hyperbole. I know how to use a hammer, tyvm.) So this answer just elicits confused/bemused blank stares from the inquisitor. At which point I am quick to clarify that I won’t be doing anything at all related to architecture or urban planing and completely reneging on whatever tiny trickle of information that it may have appeared that I was conveying.
All by way of saying that it’s going to be a long week.