Floating.

5 days left. Counting, yes.

Perhaps it's those five long - or short, however you'd like to view it - days, or the fact that I never thought two years would go by so fast - or slow, however you'd like to see it - or the mixed fear and excitement about the pending adventure coming my way, or the thought of not having close the people here I love and home I've made, or (sadly) even the mental effects of the books I am reading lately (I'm on the second of the Twilight series, and embarassingly obsessed and feel like I am leading Bella's life to a certain extent)...

...but for whatever reason, it's as if I can see my life from the outside these days. I am the observer, the curious audience member watching down on the play from way up in the stands. I don't feel as if it's all so personal as it was before; the emotions from the hard parts of the Peace Corps now feel numb, now in the distant past; it's now someone else who experienced them...

But what I can see? The woman I am today, what I have, what I have learned and where I want to go from here. Step by step.

And that's good enough. Pura Vida.