New York, Madison, Africa Preparations, and more...

A lot has happened in the past few weeks since I last posted. Most notably, time has flown by. I can now count on my fingertips the days until I fly out to Africa. Which is exciting and nerve wracking and overwhelming all at once. I keep glancing at my list of things to buy before I leave and am dismayed at how far behind I am with packing. Being a notorious procrastinator, I was determined to be fully packed and ready to leave well before my departure date.

That, of course, will not be happening. I fully expect to be at Wal-Mart the night before I depart hunting something that I had been putting off.

In other news, I was able to take one last trip to New York to visit my friend and generally spend lots of money. My goals with this trip were many, basically involving food and drink. I arrived in New York late Wednesday avenue, and met Eric in Harlem (M60 Bus to 125th St I had that so well memorized). He handed off his house keys so I could drop off my suitcases and headed to his class. You see, he's a Masters student at NYU and does real important things. My trip to drop off the bags turned into one of those oh wow, there's a comfy bed kind of trips, and well...before I knew it he was calling my cell and three hours and passed and I was that bad kind of groggy that you feel after napping for three hours. We had a few beers and some pizza and called it an early night because I operate on an old person's schedule. I actually wanted to wake early so that I could head to the theater district and pick up some rush tickets for a show the next evening.

Now, I feel like this is a good thing to comment on. Rush tickets are basically student tickets that the theaters offer to those willing to get to the box office when it opens and maybe wait in line for a little bit. Most people who know me know that I love theater, and try to make an effort to see several shows whenever I'm in New York (I have an embarrassingly large Playbill collection). I had all of the shows I wanted to see picked out, and headed to the appropriate theaters the next morning to get my tickets. Except...I didn't get them. Any of the days. You see, the A train from Brooklyn to 42nd St takes too damn long and I wake up too damn late, and for some obscene reason was completely unable to get tickets to any of the shows I wanted to see. Frustrated. Of course, come Saturday I realized this was my last chance to get tickets to a show, when the usual suspects weren't working for me, I happened to notice a billboard for Jesus Christ Superstar. Now, I absolutely LOVE JCS (yes I call it that). I've seen it too many times. And yes, I realize it's generally awful, but oh so good. I know all of the lyrics by heart which again, is horrible. But it sounded like fun, Eric had never seen it, which is not acceptable, and before you know it we were waiting in the long line to get tickets...and...we got some! The show was amazing! Slightly cheesy, but I loved it. I'm pretty sure Eric did too.

Now seeing as we were going to a Broadway show at 2:00 and had a few hours to kill, we chose the manliest activity possible to fill our time: New York International Auto Show! The show was a lot of fun. It was packed and so I spent most of my time ramming into people and waiting like a little schoolboy for the chance to sit in some nice sports cars. Highlights definitely include: checking out the MINIs because, well, they're just fun and I'm pretty sure I'm want one when I come back from Rwanda (I know, that sounds very superficial. But come one...just look at them!) Other fond memories include drooling over some of my favorites (Audi A6 anyone, a VEYRON?!), sitting in a Miata while Eric makes revving sounds that would embarrass a small child, and riding in some simulator from hell a la Mazda. Also, I think at one point I was so hungry I sat down on the floor and downed a doughnut. Donut. How do you spell that?



Thursday and Friday were mostly spent walking around observing the city. I've done all of the 'touristy' things there are to do in NYC, so it was nice to just have a trip to wander around and explore. I love that city. Still not sure I could ever live there (I mean...can you kayak in the East River? Would you want to?!), but it's a great visit. Some other highlights included visiting the United Nations building, which...for a political science geek is a pretty big deal! Also, while most of my lunches included trashy street food gyros, we did stumble to some cool restaurants on the lower East side that were surprisingly good. If you can see the guacamole in the picture...well, it was everything I could have wanted and more. Of course I'm sure it ended up costing a a fortune, because when our $200 bill came all I could was laugh. And then cry. Then ask for more margaritas. (Just kidding. I went elsewhere to drink. Of course...elsewhere equally as expensive).

The trip was more than I could have asked for, but all good things have to end and so Monday morning I packed up and prepared for the bus/subway/something ride to the airport to fly out. My attempt to take the A train/G train/7 train last time turned out to be incredibly stupid because apparently no one uses the green line, so we came up with a much smarter option this time around. That doesn't mean it wasn't without its difficulties. There was a point where I was chasing a bus down a city block. All the while holding a McDonald's smoothie and rolling a suitcase behind me. I should mention that Eric was banging on the side of the bus the whole time. When I got to the airport I got all checked in and prepared for my departure.

Now, I should point out that while sitting in the LaGuardia food court (don't worry, I didn't actually eat there), I knew all along what was to come. And in today's news, Ian Allen shows some emotion... I admit, I don't always channel my feelings the best. I usually have some kind of cynical remark to mask how I truly feel. But the thing is...when you know in your head that this is a good bye for two years. It was a little much. Eric was very nice and walked me right to the security line, which really was a terrible thing to do because I had no idea how to say goodbye. I mean, the whole trip I knew I would have to. And it's even worse when you're saying good bye to your best friend. I just, gave him a hug, told him I had a great trip, and wished him well in his endeavors. I mean it was all very sincere and corny. He left, and I was staring at a very long long line ahead of me, with a very crabby lady behind me (she kept shoving her rolly bag into my heel. Apparently I was waiting too slow.) And then it all kind of hit me. This was awful and embarrassing and I'm not even quite sure why I feel the need to bring it up online but I want to be honest in this blog. Basically...I started crying. Not ugly crying, not someone I love is dead crying. Just...the realization of everything hit me. At this point the lady behind me stopped shoving her bag into me, and actually looked somewhat concerned.

Saying good bye to Eric was tough, and made even more tough by knowing that this was only the beginning of the Ian Allen farewell tour. Kind of like Cher. Since being back in Wisconsin, I went down to Madison to visit some good friends as well as my grandparents. And one by one I had to say goodbye to everyone. I was discussing with a friend who's abroad the other night about how much easier it would be to just pick up and leave and not have anyone know. I mean...I feel like it happens quite often where you go months, even years, without seeing someone. It's just the knowledge of the duration of your Peace Corps service that makes things so hard. And it makes you think about what you're going to miss.

I'm going to miss the great times I've had with my friend Danielle. We've been friends for a long time, and she's someone I know who will always listen to me bitch and complain. She was very nice to let me crash on her couch for a bit. And she may like red wine more than me...you have to have friends like that! Saying goodbye to Kelsey wasn't too hard because for all I know she will be working at the embassy in Kigali next year. She's just that kind of person. When she runs for President I will probably vote for her (president of Nicaragua, obviously). Saying goodbye to my grandparents was...hard. I'm going to miss them so much. I'm hoping the whole skype situation in Rwanda works out because I'd love to be able to chat with them from Africa. The whole webcam communication thing is very impressive to my grandma. Saying goodbye to Eric was tough. I don't see much of him anymore, but we generally talk a few hours every week. We gab. Like old ladies. Of course I know that that is not going to be happening too much anymore (calling abroad is uh--spensive!). I think what I'm going to miss most are the weekend mornings when he would stumble into my room, turn my light on and call me a 'ho,' then plant his ass in my chair as we discuss a myriad of topics. We really should get our own NPR show.

This is a pretty long post, so to summarize: trips to NYC good. Trips to Madison very very good (of course that may just be the old fashioneds speaking). Saying good bye...sucks.

I leave you with this picture, a shot of Manhattan I took while walking back to Brooklyn.

The Countdown

Four weeks from today I will be attending the orientation for my Peace Corps service. Of course, up until yesterday I had no idea when or where exactly this would all take place. In fact, I was half expecting to call Peace Corps and have someone say, "Ian Allen? Nope, I don't see your name anywhere here, are you sure you applied?" Because I'm always nervous like that.

Well fear not Ian! Yesterday I finally got the e-mail that I had been waiting for, staging for Health 4 Rwanda volunteers will be held in Philadelphia on May 8-9. Apparently no planes from Wisconsin are leaving for Philadelphia that day (or you know, maybe they filled up seeing as we're booking four weeks out!) so they are going to fly me in the night before and put me up. In a hotel. I think. The e-mail had several instructions, the first order of business was to call SATO travel, the agency that does booking for government agencies, and arrange my flight. To my surprise it was the easiest flight I've ever booked. I suppose the big difference is that normally I am checking kayak.com every 20 seconds to see the cheapest deal I can get. When it's not my credit card and money isn't the issue, well, arranging flights is much easier. They are flying me right out of Mosinee (I can smell it already...some of you know what I'm referring to) and then to Minneapolis, then eastward bound. Staging looks to be typical orientation fair, the kind I used to facilitate at our Study Abroad office, but I'm most excited to meet some of the other people who will be in my program. Many of us are part of a Facebook group for Health 4 volunteers and this has been a great outlet for quelling some of my nerves. I mean, let's be honest, I can be a bit of a nervous nelly, but I finally have an outlet for getting some of my questions answered. Better yet, others usually ask before I do so I don't seem as needy. Everyone in our group seems so nice and just as antsy as me to go ahead and get started on our new journey.

So the countdown has begun. Four weeks. In that time I have some ambitious plans. I mean...first and foremost I have to actually pack. I don't like packing...but I have four weeks, right?! Not only that, I have to pack up the stuff I'm going to be leaving behind in my parents basement. Which means, much of what I own needs to get thrown out. I don't want to return two years from now to a bunch of paperwork and old clothes I just couldn't get rid of. Second order of business is saying my goodbyes...and having some fun while at it! Tomorrow I am flying out to New Yaaawk to visit my old college roommate and basically blow a bunch of money. Fitting. I'm also looking at planing some trips to Madison and Eau Claire to say goodbye to friends and family. And then of course, before I leave there seems to be a mound of paperwork I have to get done. Financial stuff...you know, fun stuff. I've been putting this off for a while because getting everything figured out is such a pain and I have so much time, except I don't and I should really just get this done.

Long story short, I am a mix of nerves and excitement. I am a little stressed but don't have a whole lot going on. I wish I was leaving tomorrow, and yet am happy I still have some time to put things together.

The countdown has begun!