So both of us are close to finishing our applications for the Peace Corps, at my instigation Chris has gotten more done than I have, and I don't know if it's because of my pre-finals inertia or because I'm in danger of thinking the thing to death. I've thought of very little besides this for months now, and I know that I want to go, but it's the little things, the insignificant things that scare me, like trying different kinds of foods and learning to live without a washing machine. It's strange, that the little things scare me more than the big things do. Getting used to another culture? excites me. Learning a new language? same. Being so far away, in a new place? one of the main motivating factors in the decision to apply. I think the thing is, we've waited so long to just go ahead and apply that I've sort of slipped into Hamlet mode, where thinking about it becomes self-defeating and the nit-picky details start to take up more room in my head than they should and threaten to prevent me from taking action, even something like just filling out the damned appliction. When the time comes, I'll be skipping onto the plane, I just need to get this part over with.