One of those "Holy S*&%" Kind of moments.

I realized that I haven't updated this since before I was accepted by AFS Argentina...¿más vale tarde que nunca, verdad?

Anyways, I'll give a very abridged version of what has happened with my exchange since...July.
1. I was accepted by AFS Argentina
2. I was given a host family, a host town, and a school. I'll be living with the Ammann family, and I have four host siblings, although only one (Mica, 17) lives at home. The others are married/engaged and live nearby, but not in the house I'll be in. Fun fact: I'll have five "host nieces and nephews", because my older host siblings have children, so there at least five people in the country that I will be able to understand. My town is called Ucacha, and it's a little less than a 7 hour drive from Buenos Aires. And as for my schools' name.....Instituto Secundario Libertador General San Martín. Seriously.
3. We bought my ticket to Miami. (where the AFS Argentina chapter has to meet for orientation) I'm flying out of Boston....at 6:40 in the morning. Yep. We're leaving the house at 3:30 A.M.
4. I'm in the process of applying for my Visa! Nota bene, future Argentina travelers, when AFS tells you that the Argentine Visa process is one of the most long, difficult, complicated, and costly ones, LISTEN. They know what they're talking about. I have all the paperwork on my end done, but On February 8th, I have to be at the Argentine Consulate in New York for an interview between 10 and 10:30. On the plus side, I get my visa issued to me that day. The catch-22 is that this is a 7 hour drive. Why don't you do the math and figure out what time I need to leave my house.
5. I have exactly 27 (full) days left in Kennebunk.

If you haven't guessed, #5 is pretty much the source of the title. Or the realization that caused the title. Or the phenomenon that caused the realization that caused the title.

I Digress.

But it honestly feels like yesterday that I was at the Fifty day mark. I checked my countdown last night and realized that instead of the amount of days I thought I had left (31) I realized I had 28. 31 sounds like a lot. 28 sounds like nothing.
I realized everything I have left to do, to buy, to write...and then came the Holy S*&% moment.
Allow me to be cliché.
Up until about last night, I didn't feel like I was going. It didn't register or make sense. It's not easy, coming to terms with the fact that a goal I've had since my Spanish was in the "La chica es bonita" phase is being achieved. All of the minute and trivial preparations I've made up to this point finally, in a flash of brilliant clarity, slapped me in the face and said "You're giving up everything you know in exchange (hah) for a new family, culture, and lifestyle"

So that's that. Eso es. There's a lot more that I want to say, but chances are, you'll hear it from me in person before I leave.

P.S. I get super awkward with goodbyes.

Chau!