So Close, and Yet...

This week I mailed all my information/application stuff to the Japanese Consulate in New York so they can send me back my visa. It was pretty scary placing what is essentially my entire life at the moment (passport, certificate of eligibility) into an envelope and giving it to complete strangers. Correction, complete strangers who work for the Postal Service. *shudder* Just kidding! Still, I did insure the package and get tracking/delivery confirmation, so it should be fine. I hope.

I just realized that three years ago at this time I was just arriving home from Ireland. I guess I'm feeling a little "homesick," because I really wish I was there right now. Maybe it's because we've had absolutely no rain, and the grass is all dead, and the sky is that hazy color that it gets when it's so humid... in any case, I feel starved for color. I'd give my left kidney (only the left one!) to be in Cork or Kerry right about now. Or even, dare I say it, Skellig Michael, which was at least a lot more interesting than anything Warren has to offer, even if the boat ride was the closest I've ever come to death. (And temporarily converted me to Catholicism: "Bless me Father, for I have... OH MY GOD THE BOAT'S TIPPING OVER!")

Zach and Kyle will be back from Mongolia in two weeks. I can't wait to hear all about it! I have to live vicariously through someone, at least until August 19th!

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