Brain cannot function on poetic/aesthetic level.
Will be flying to Meulaboh, Aceh, on Monday.
Will work as English/Bahasa teacher there for 5 months.
Hoping self will not get too fucked from stress of moving.
Recently been so busy spending every damn dime owned on everything that might be needed to survive living there.
Feeling happy, panicky, excited, freaked out, and scared shitless about the move.
It sure feels like the last minutes before Imsak.