Less Than A Week...So Much Room To Spare

Well, the packing thing wasn't as big a concern as I thought it would be. Turns out, you really don't need much and I've still got room for a fatted calf left in one of my bags. My apartment is on the 19th floor of our building. With 32 million people in a city, I guess they gotta build up instead of out. But if you don't hear from me for awhile, my roommate, Beth, will help out with my postings because I'll probably be passed out in the stairwell somewhere around the 14th floor. Ok, not really, they do have elevators there. It's not like I'm going to Africa or anything. But speaking of Africa...that might be the next destination on the radar. We'll see. I still have a whole year of learning dragon fighting and bamboo pole climbing before I start thinking about where I'm headed next. I told my mom when I was about 4 that I wanted to take karate, so now might be a good time for that. Watch out! Black-belt comin' at ya! Alright, well, back to prepping for the big adventure. Bring on the fireworks.