I have the “left the stove on” feeling, my bag is too heavy, or too big, I’ve surely forgotten something important like underwear, dread. I leave this evening for Australia. And as I sit here at my desk I am unsettled. I must go to the ATM. Ugh, why didn’t I leave a day earlier (not that it’d have made a difference) and schedule an extra day once I get home for rest before work?
The landlord is doing the Asbestos abasement while I’m gone. Convenient, but that also means strangers are in my apartment while I’m away. And I couldn’t put clean sheets on the bed in preparation of my return. Wait, what if something goes awry?
“It’ll be fine!” I hear BFH telling me, “It’ll be Fine.”
I don’t recognize this worry wort posing as me. I’ve got my bathing suit in my backpack, so if my luggage gets lost, all is well. I don’t need anything else really. Also traveling with a friend with the same clothing and shoe size never hurts.
My cousin’s offer of a free upgrade worked for my first leg from Seattle to LA. Unfortunately there was nothing available for the LA to Sydney. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m wishing for the misfortune of others. That someone misses the flight and I get a Hail Mary surprise upgrade to business first class.
I’m already starting to feel stiff and I haven’t even boarded the 15 hour flight. Hello! Can you say Psychosomatic? And spoiled? PRPSA might be right….perhaps I am a princess.
Regardless I plan to check out the moment I get on the plane. Seriously, I’m going black. This is going to completely be ME-time.
I did promised Red to do my best with updates on this trip. My parents desire pictures. I want inspiration and peace. The view from our hotel room in Sydney already beckons. So now I simply need to get through the rest of the day. Head to the airport and hop my long flight into the future, over the rainbow, to OZ.