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Chaos and How to Avoid It

Well, it's been good. I haven't gotten up before 10, I've gotten new records, discovered Buffy the Vampire Slayer, had blueberry muffins, gotten bright green Converse, vintage comic books, ridiculously good ice cream, new headphones, blank CDs, and record cleaner, I've gone for a run, and I'm still absolutely reeling from my friend's dance recital. Sound like crap to you? Fine. But this week has been an excellent send off before I go off to the Dominican Republic next week. It's not a vacation but a mission trip, and even though I'm really excited, I'm scared out of my mind. Therefore, I have done everything possible to avoid even thinking about leaving. Last week, I even organized my room (something I do about annually) early. Now, I'm facing reality. I'm not confronting it, considering I'm typing my nonsense jabber at this moment, but I am currently facing it. Next week may be filled with bugs, Spanish, hammers, heat, power outages, and cold showers, but it will also be filled with new culture, food, my friends, and overall awesome experiences. It may be chaos, but as my mom enjoys saying "Abby, you thrive in chaos". So here's to friends, new experiences, shorts that don't match my shirt, Buffy, vinyl, and thriving in this fortnight that I have now dubbed Chaos.

Abby, Absolute Wannabe

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