Nine years ago today, I got to sleep with Weasel for the first time. I discovered she has an interesting leg twitch when she falls asleep. That first time it made me rather nervous.

I travelled on a plane for the first time. The journey was very long and very scary.

I got to ride in a car driving on the left hand side of the road for the first time.

I used my passport for the first time.

I travelled with 250 [approximately] CDs in my carry-on luggage, leaving just enough room for a change of clothes and a few other essentials. I didn’t trust the post office to send my babies safely to my new home.

I left the US; glad to see the end of it.

I experienced real humidity for the first time.

I said goodbye to my parents knowing it would be at least six months before I saw them. I didn’t speak to them on the phone until Thanksgiving.

I left everything I’d ever known in this world to go be with a women I’d previously only had ten days with in person. But I had nearly two years worth of internet exchanges and phone calls.

Nine years ago, I was 18 years old. I didn’t know enough to be afraid yet.

I haven’t regretted moving here and creating a life with Weasel for one minute.

In other news, we’re both still ill. My mini-trampoline finally arrived. McCain makes me break into a cold sweat and have heart palpitations. I donated $50 to Obama. I got to call the electoral office in Idaho yesterday because I couldn’t remember if I’d registered to vote or not [I have]. It is raining a lot and it sounds amazing.