Saya tidak bisa bicara bahasa Indonesia. (I don't speak Indonesian...yet)

I certainly wasn't expecting another post so soon, but here we are. We meet again on the interwebs. I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm as giddy as a school girl. I mean, ridiculous amounts of goofy.

I got an email this morning. I was in the cab, running late for work, chatting it up with my very sweet driver (Arvind). We were talking about what a scrooge I am and exchanging terrible holiday stories when my phone pinged with the personal email noise. I didn't even look at the screen, really, I just opened the email. I let out an excited little gasp and Arvind got a little concerned. I then had to explain everything to him so that he could understand why I was so excited by one little email. It was an interesting way to find out, in an interesting place, with a complete stranger. But I like it. It seems to be the way this process was meant to go. (I'll have to tell you the story of how I got the idea to apply one of these days)

I'm going to Indonesia. I don't have a specific town or village yet, and I may not until my training is done in country. My departure date is April 10 and I'll start work at my school June 19. 

"Indonesia?" you ask. "What happened to Eastern Europe?" you inquire. Well, I told them they could send me wherever. And they don't particularly give a damn about preferences (they are a government run organization, after all). I always knew that just because I was nominated for Eastern Europe didn't mean I was going to go there. Not to mention the fact that I told them about a million times to consider me their Girl Friday (which I have recently learned means something a little more specific than I understood...awkward!).

Just in case you didn't realize where Indonesia was. It's all up in Australia's grill.

So, I have about a boatload of research and paperwork to read. I'm going to have to get about a million shots and vaccinations. I should probably get a passport. I need to sort out what I'm doing with my job and my family. But it's really real, people. There's a date and a destination and now I can enact my plan. No more hurry up and wait, from here it's just: HURRY.

I took the next step after a few hours of reading and reflection and jumping around like a kid in a candy store. I didn't call anyone to hold my hand this time. I just pressed the accept button and smiled a smile few of you have ever had the good fortune of seeing.