All of that happens on Friday and so I need to get off of the internet and get to language studying among ten million other little errands that pop up where you least expect them. The crazy thing is that by the end of next week, I'll know and have visited the place where I will spend the next two years of my life working and struggling. It's an intimidating thought and it doesn't help that our trainers know where we're going but just enjoy torturing us by not telling us.
I also wanted to include a quick picture of me with my host family... so there you go...

Hopefully I'll get some time to write some of the utterly hilarious stories from this last CBT phase.
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