For the past 188 days, I have been counting down to a holiday I have marked as "A Trip of a Life Time". The countdown now stands at 2 days and I feel like I'm in an suspended state.
The days are trickling down to my departure date, but nothing is moving around me. I haven't even packed!!
I have retrieved the suitcases from the garage and they are currently sitting in my front room waiting. Waiting for me to pack them but I'm not sure why I'm waiting. Maybe I think that this chore isn't going to take much time so I'm procrastinating.
I've managed to catch up on most of my housework but even this seem to be a frivolous chore!!
The excitement of this trip is building, I can feel it, I can sense it, but I have no control of how I feel.
I started this blog yesterday and here I am, sitting on the edge of my bed unable to sleep on our last night. This is the feeling that I don't like when I'm about to travel. You feel so excited that it makes you feel a bit sick. I started this blog but really I feel so sick that I just want to stop writing and just go to bed but my mind wont let me. It's very frustrating.