...that is supposed to happen soon, right?  Everything should come together in a delightful blue packet from PC to offer me a placement..eventually, right? 

To be honest, the waiting has done me, by and large, some good.  Oddly enough, it's not only taught me patience, but has given a good idea to my close circle of family and friends an insight into this experience.  No longer does the question "So how ARE you?" beg so many disguised inquiries.  "How are you" is the new code for have you heard anything from PC.  I'm pretty sure if I would reply with "I'm oozing blue goop from my right ear, my car got stolen, and I've accepted a job in North Korea but I heard from Peace Corps today" most of my dearly loved ones would respond with,"wait, what, you heard from Peace Corps?!"

And while I might sound insensitive and mocking to my support group, it is truly the "how are you" that has kept me comforted by this new world of complete uncertainties.  It's the constant reminder that even though I'm essentially abandoning my life here, my loved ones have not abandoned me.  So how am I, you ask?  I'm nervous, excited, antsy, and worried---and no, I haven't heard a peep yet from my Placement Officer.