Leaving tomorrow - Packing My Rucksack
After a year of saving and waiting, I'm finally off on my way tomorrow morning. My arms have survived the unslaught of eleven injections over the last couple of months and my wallet has made it through the battering it took buying gear as well as jabs. I've managed to get all my things sorted out after a last minute shop for a couple of T-shirts and minor things yesterday.
Although when I say "on my way" most of tomorrow will probably be spent in airports.
It still hasn't really hit home that I'm going away and for such a long time, I think it'll only dawn on me once I step off the plane into the heat and realise what I'm doing.
I'm slightly nervous at this stage, but not really scared at all to be honest I'll probably hit the panic button at the airport tomorrow. I'm also pretty excited about it all, although I never really show it (Just one of my traits I’m afraid). I can't wait to try the food and embarrass myself fumbling with the chop sticks. There will probably be more food on the table than in my mouth.
An earlier night’s sleep tonight is in order as I have to be up early to beat the rush hour traffic to the airport, the traffic usually likes to give you a scare by piling up to a crawl just before the airport. So now I'm off to finish packing my rucksack, it shouldn't take too long. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight as I'll be busy worrying what I've forgotten, although anything I have forgotten I probably won't need anyway.
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