Mental Processing

I don't know that I've ever been so mentally preoccupied in my life. I'm a mental pinball, bouncing from mental reminders to call the loan department, call the clothing boutique, call friends to hang out before I become a Tongan for 2 years; write my statements for the Tongan office, write updates in my journal, write on my blog, write messages to people I won't see for a long time, write thank you notes for mission supporters, clean my room...once a week, clean out my closet, organize my closet, organize the clothes I'm getting rid off (hence the boutique), organize my shopping list, organize my necessities, organize my bank account (yikes), do my language exercises, start running, find ways to make quick money (without selling my body), make my own skirts for Tonga, research the best hiking boots and sandals, make Jamie time for ukulele and piano, try to resist the mountain range that's trying to grow on my chin, find my electrical converter, go through my underwear drawer (woah, I remember these! I bought these when I was 14!), figure out insurance things, read through the handbook, get rid of more clothes (holy cow, Jamie, why did you NEED this many hoodies?), stop biting my fingernails, pay credit card bill, try to fix mp3 player, paint things--like my dirty white Tom's that need life in color, study more Tongan, remain calm, breathe, read books, mail things to the Peace Corps, email things to the PC office in Tonga, study more Tongan, try to stay sane, watch movies I won't see for a long time, just breathe...