Tomorrow I leave for two weeks in India and for some strange and unusual reason my bag is packed, fridge is empty except for milk and a mooncake (don’t ask), and my bedroom is moderately tidy. Furthermore, there is a novel on my hard drive, a suitcase full of books and gifts (the ones that weren’t edible) sitting in the corner waiting for when I turn back to the airport and jet off to Australia, and the strange sensation that everything is going to be fine.
I even went grocery shopping yesterday and got all three things on my list.
Fortunately, I haven’t had to put my Zombie Apocalypse Survival Plan into action.
I have spent the past week feeling terribly anxious and experiencing feelings of all-round blegh. While people are asking me if I’m excited about the holidays, I’m staring blankly at them trying to remember if I put pants on before I left the house and not wanting to check in case I haven’t – ignorance is bliss.
That feeling has passed. I now have the nervous thrill of pending adventure sitting in my stomach, and the next 48 hours will pass quickly – I’m working today and tomorrow, so the time will surely twirl past. In 48 hours I will be in Delhi – hopefully checked into my hotel and sound asleep. Not that glamorous, but it will get better!
See you in two weeks!