Packing, again. Somehow the amount of effort doesn't change whether I'm going away for 4 days, or a month.The rush of pre-trip anxiety is hitting me now. Do I have x? Did I tick y off without packing it? And has anyone seen z? I like the butterflies.
And when I'm done, there is a moment of silence. I finish my drink, look around - if I can't see anything I need, it must be in my bag. And I can go to bed.
2 comments:
Budapest???
Foie gras?
Vlieg veilig...
(besef jy hoeveel daar gesamentlik gereis sal moet word in die volgende paar jaar om op te maak vir al hierdie solo-reisery van my en jou? _veel_ )
pas jouself op.
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