I got hit by a bus.

No, I didn’t really get hit by a bus. But metaphorically speaking, I think I was hit by the reality bus. Today, I came to the stunning realization that in THREE WEEKS (wellll 24 days, but who’s counting?) I will be leaving my family for 18 months and flying away to Brazil.

Holy guacamole.

The days are passings like weeks, and the weeks are passing like days.

I have been waiting months and months and months for this time to come. And there are 24 days until this dream finally becomes real. Brazil, here I come.

I got shot.

Today was a day for the history books. Why? Because I got my last and final immunization in preparation for Brazil. It was the last in the Hepatitis B series. I’m pretty sure the nurse threw the needle at my arm too, like a dart. I swear I felt her have to grab it after it was hanging off.

For those wondering, I was required to get MMR, TDP, Typhoid, Yellow Fever, Flu, Hepatitis A, Hepatitis B, and Meningococcal Meningitis shots.

Amounting to 12 different pokes. I felt like a pin cushion. Especially since I got six of them on one blessed day in January. Three in each arm. And I don’t even want to talk about how much each of these needles costs. Yikes.

48 more days…

A happy and wonderful day.

Yesterday, I went to the temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Portland, Oregon. It was a happy and wonderful day.

Me and a cool kid named Walker.