Holey Moley

I'm not actually sure that I spelled any of that correctly. Whatevs.
I'm leaving in the morning at 9 am from my house (this will be the earliest that I've gotten up since school ended) to catch my 12:40 pm plane, the first leg of 3. OMG. I'm not yet completely packed, but I figured, why not start adjusting to the time difference now by staying up all night and sleeping all day. Good plan?
So I'm excited and also somewhat apprehensive, since 1. I don't speak that much Chinese, 2. I have to still figure out where I'll live for summer (and I really prefer to have things planned out months in advance), 3. I really just found out on Wednesday that I could leave this week, so it's been not that much time to prepare myself. This is the culmination of basically a month of me thinking that I couldn't go, then that I could, then couldn't, and so on. So this time, I didn't really believe that I'd be leaving either. But I am. Tomorrow.
OMG.
I'll try to say that less in the next post, but if Taipei's as cool as I hear it is, that won't happen.
No niu rou mian yet. Sad.