And it's offical. The nervousness is HERE. It seems to arrive in waves, creeping futher up the beach. I feel soon there will be a flood. I saw a movie called "The Spanish Apartment" last night, and that seemed to start it all. The main character was going from Paris to Barcelona for a year of graduate school, and the scenes of him leaving, the nervous apprehension, the sense of an ending, really hit home for me. I knew this was coming, tried to prepare for it, but how? I asked steve-0 about how he dealt with homesickness in Mexico, apparently email will have a rush for me like never before. I can already picture myself making phone calls just to listen to people's voices on VM. I keep reminding myself that this was coming and that it will pass. Like going back to school, but different, same but different. So I march foward, dragging along the butterflies.