No, I haven't fallen off the edge of the earth. I've just been... well, not really busy, and not really depressed (because I have pills for that) but in a different space. More introspective, less bloggy.

Tomorrow I leave for 8 weeks in Morocco, studying Arabic. I'm excited but probably should be more excited, and worried but probably should be more worried. Eh. No, it will be awesome, really. I got a fellowship to cover the costs of the program and airfare, and I should come back knowing a whole lot more Arabic than I do now.

R is going to be here for two weeks (a nice undergrad friend of mine is housesitting, pet-sitting, and sorta-kinda-R-sitting), then in Tucson for two weeks with my dad and his wife, then in California for two weeks with her best friend, then here again... and then when I return home, we will quickly pack everything up (in 5 days) and rent a truck and move to St. Louis, where I got a big, lovely, fully-funded for 5 years grad school offer. R is looking forward to living in a bigger city again. I'm sad about leaving, because I love our little Kansas town here (well, 90K, so not too little) and my friends here. I'll have to come back next fall and defend my thesis, which is about half-written. I finished all my coursework (with straight A's, even) and then ran out of steam.

Right now I'm searching for a place in St. Louis, but it's hard because I don't want to move in until August first-ish, so I may be doing a lot of this from Morocco and moving in sight-unseen.

And that's it! Maybe I'll blog more from Morocco...