Gone to Ghana, Will be Back in July.

I'm writing in Superstore, sitting in the Deli section my Laptop on my lap, I've finished all my last minute shopping and am waiting for Mum to finish hers. I would go help her but whenever we get separated here I find it's best to just  sit and wait in the Deli, our choice meeting place. I learned this at a very young age when I was found by one of the stockers on roller-blades, sobbing between the ziplocs and mr.clean at the back of the store.

Oops an alarm just went off in the fish department.

Maybe someone free the crabs and lobsters, I've always thought of doing it - but I CAN'T go back to juvy, I am of course being facetious...or am I?. 

I toted my Mac (or rather my fathers Mac, but as he never uses it I have commandeered it as my own) to the Super market because I type up all my lists and do not see the point of writing them out when I can just bring the Mac - also because it is somewhat lengthy and I am lazy and do not want to write it all down.

Anyways. Thanks to this last minute and rather unexpected Superstore excursion, I was in the middle of making curry and apple pie for dinner when mum announced she was going for a shop, I now have everything I need  for the next five months:

  

• Batteries?  Check.
  
• New (and adorably lacy) Underwear? Check.
  
• Gatorade powder? Check.
  
• Tums? Check.
  
• Taboo? (a ridiculously fun card game) Check.
  
• Chocolate for the plane ride (I refuse to consume airplane food) Check.
  

And Yet...I'm not ready! I leave the day after tomorrow and I'm not ready to Go! By this I don't mean that I haven't finished all my shopping (which I actually haven't I still need to get a camera bag), I mean that I am NOT READY! When I think about leaving I want to bawl my eyes out then do a cart wheel* and run around Fort Langley screaming. I'm going to miss my family and friends profusely and don't know how I will cope without them. But to use a cliche (Sorry Mrs. Knittel), this is the opportunity of a lifetime and I will not let myself worry or become upset, I intend to enjoy every minute of this adventure and come back with a new understanding of travel, culture and (hopefully, but this may be asking too much) myself.

* Having no upper body strength and great fear of falling on my head, much as I would love to, I have never actually been able to carry out a cartwheel.