It is the eve of my departure and I am still finding it hard to get my head around the fact that I'm going and that this time tomorrow I am going to be flying across America, I'm sure it'll hit me that there is no going back whilst I'm flying and I'll start having a panic attack and have to be restrained by the cabin crew, although obviously I'll do my best to avoid this scenario...
I'm sitting here in my nasty old clothes that I should have thrown out years ago, in the time honoured tradition of travellers. This should convince me that I'm going and yet it hasn't, neither has my farewell stroll of the suburb I live in, but going to my local for what will probably be my last legal drink for a year may help.
But I'm all packed up and ready to go on my 20hrs+ journey tomorrow. Quite how I'm going to look when I turn up at my apartment tomorrow and am greeted by the girl I'm subleasing from I dread to think, she'll probably take one look at me and think she's unknowingly unleashed a psycho on her friend who I'm sharing the room with. And that's if I'm awake enough to be lucid...
I've been sorting out my travel plans as well, I'm only in Santa Barbara for 2 days before going to San Fransisco for a few days and then up further north to see some giant redwood trees. All by myself. I'm a big girl now, I should be able to look after myself and make friends in the hostels I'm staying at.
I'm hoping that from now on this blog will become a lot more interesting, my sister keeps going on about how boring it is, but this should change when I actually get there and can fill this with lots of witty observations about Americans (and my own) behaviour. From now on you're actually allowed to read this blog.
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