Well, tomorrow's the day. I leave in the afternoon for California and on Sunday I go across the sea. I'm really feeling nervous now. And bidding farewell to friends and family is hard. My dad keeps saying things like "So you're really going to do this." and "Are you sure you have to go?" and I've just about broken down crying a couple of times.
This is going to be difficult. I'm still excited and looking forward to all the great things I'm going to see and do, it's just that the fear and the sad are taking temporary control.
The fiesta on Saturday was a success, I think. The company was lovely, the food was plentiful and tasty, the weather was iffy, but the garage was amazingly comfy. I hope that everyone had as good a time as I did. Many people brought me gifts, which I really hadn't expected, and really touched me. I wish I could show you all the dancing-queen-of-hearts music box that Ann gave me. It's so great!
Sunday I had a marvelous dinner at Carrabbas with Dave, and we got to The Cheesecake Factory too late to get dessert there. Alas. And then the people at the Barnes & Noble cafe refused to acknowledge our existence. So we came back and I made hot cocoa myself. Today, however, Erica thought that cheesecake was necessary, and it turns out that she was right! So cheesecake was finally achieved.
I'm darn sleepy. Rohini does have a computer, so I'll be able to update in the upcoming days. Good night.