testing, testing, one, two, three...

I am currently five days away from departure to Seattle and have, thus far, packed my hair clips. I have a door full of sticky note chores to accomplish before I leave (one is done by beginning this blog). I have never been to Seattle, I have never met anyone who lives there (at least as far as I know), and I have never done a single experiment that involves actual human cells. Despite this and the fact that I have only had three hours sleep I am feeling cautiously optimistic. I trust in a god who can defeat death. I'm only moving 4700 miles away, what could possibly go wrong?