It's The Final Countdown!!

Ok, not exactly of the variety of the picture to our right, but I've decided visual aides can be very helpful. And come on, the band who sang it was Europe, and Kyle's going to Europe. So, it's sort of the final countdown to Europe. Get it? Yeah? Cool.

Though marking the milestone has been missed by a day, we have now entered The Final Month before Le Grand Bye-Bye. Set them watches, folks. T-Minus...uhhh...un, deux, trois...uhhh...29 days until takeoff.

The process of departure presses forward nicely. Health insurance has been secured, Rosetta Stone lessons have begun again in earnest, and the final to-do list has been created. The biggest challenge facing our intrepid explorer is contact with his soon to be landlord. Why, might you ask, is he dragging his feet in regards to this phone call? Well, first of all, Kyle is, for some unknown reason, scared of cold phone calls. No, that's being too specific. In all honestly, Kyle is rather scared of all serious/important phone calls, maybe all phone calls in general. His parents can attest to that. So, add in a nice hand full of non-English speaking landlord to this already ripe slab of fear, mix heartily with Kyle's lack of French-speak, and you get a nice fluffy batch of Kyle procrastination. Kyle has promised himself the phone call will happen before the end of the week, if for no other reason than Kyle does in fact have to sleep somewhere. He gets nasty when he doesn't sleep. And sick. Emily "The Wife Left Behind" and his parents can attest to that. And no one likes a nasty, sick Kyle. Especially Kyle.