So Wednesday (Aug 19th), being the beginning of my two and a half day weekend, is usually packed with errands and things right? I paid a couple bills, made some phone calls, and most importantly, went to the Snohomish County Court House to file the Excise Tax and Quit Claim Deed for dad's house. This included a long wait at a plastic table on a hard plastic chair across from a spotty looking drawn faced young man and a jolly fat woman. The lady who was "assisting" me I found very rude. I inched up to her desk as no one was around and there were no signs saying to "Please Wait" or "Take a Number" and I just wanted to ask whether I should be standing here or sitting there or what. She snapped at me before I even opened my mouth and caused me to straighten up quickly. "You need to take a number and sit down please, I have three people ahead of you and another lady on the phone" she exclaimed, exhasperated. I politely replied "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." Then looked around for the number to take, probably looking like an idiot. I waited, borrowed the sallow youth's pen, forged my dad's signature because I forgot to have him sign it, my number "17" was called and I hurried up to the lady's desk. I paid $72. Done.
After returning to my parking space (which was down the hill and a bit far away being that my nice primo parking space was snatched away by a guy, after I was sitting there on the opposite side of the street with my blinker on, patiently waiting!) I see that I missed a call on my phone and that I have a message. Dad's voice says "Hey, uh, you got a Fed Ex package here. It's from the Peace Corps. Isn't this what you've been looking for? That's all. Bye" I sigh something like relief, anxiety and resolution all mingled into one. My thoughts at the time are "It's finally here, what does it say?!, whatever it says I've got to do it, maybe I shouldn't get too excited because I won't be able to accept anyway..." I ride home at normal speed, I'm not so excited to open it that I skip the plans I had of dropping off my audio books at the library and making a fax at QFC. I do those first, and leisurely head home. I see the white package on the dining room table. Fed Ex envelopes seem to sparkle a bit don't they? Or maybe "it was just my imagination...running away with meeeee" *singing* I pick it up and dad's standing on my left at the dining room table, reading my expression. He says "Well...are you gonna open it?" I say "Let's go outside and open it". As we walk down the stairs I nervously banter "Do you realize how long I've been waiting for this envelope, the one that's in my hands right now? I feel like it's been 3 years...but it's really only been 9 months...Long enough I say." I sit on the grass and dad pulls up a blue and white beaten up lawn chair and eases himself into it next to me, avoiding putting pressure on his "bum" left shoulder. I hand it to him "You open it". He says "You sure?" I say "Yeah! Sure". Then I change my mind, "Wait, no, sorry, I want to". He smiles "I thought you would". I open it up, take out the blue box with the Peace Corps logo on the bottom left, stare at it and pull open the velcro flap. Without having to look or read anything, On a tall thin slip of paper at the very front, highlighted in bright yellow and typed in Times New Roman there reads the block letters "SAMOA".