Still Home
Based on the fact that I am posting this and am not on an overnight transatlantic flight you may safely assume that my plans have changed again. Seriously, I'm starting to think the universe is just screwing with me now.
So, before heading off to wander Ireland in search of work and housing I had planned to spend a week wandering Italy with my mother in search of wine and gelato. Unfortunately my poor mother has the flu or something, so yeah, not so much. I could maybe have gone alone but that would have (a) not been very fun and (b) made me a terrible terrible person. We had this travel insurance thing so we should be getting a full refund, but I spent most of today dealing with travel agents and airlines (and going out to pick up chicken soup because I am occasionally a good daughter).
I don't know, I should probably be disappointed, but I'm really not. I'm still burnt out from school and the really odd week I've been having so I hadn't built up that much enthusiasm for the trip. We're talking about maybe going in the fall instead and now I have another week to get my shit together for Ireland, which is a very good thing, so actually, I'm kind of relieved.
I'm starting to think I should be doing some sort of good luck ritual or something. Just because, you know, it would be nice if in the future things could actually go according to plan occasionally.
So, before heading off to wander Ireland in search of work and housing I had planned to spend a week wandering Italy with my mother in search of wine and gelato. Unfortunately my poor mother has the flu or something, so yeah, not so much. I could maybe have gone alone but that would have (a) not been very fun and (b) made me a terrible terrible person. We had this travel insurance thing so we should be getting a full refund, but I spent most of today dealing with travel agents and airlines (and going out to pick up chicken soup because I am occasionally a good daughter).
I don't know, I should probably be disappointed, but I'm really not. I'm still burnt out from school and the really odd week I've been having so I hadn't built up that much enthusiasm for the trip. We're talking about maybe going in the fall instead and now I have another week to get my shit together for Ireland, which is a very good thing, so actually, I'm kind of relieved.
I'm starting to think I should be doing some sort of good luck ritual or something. Just because, you know, it would be nice if in the future things could actually go according to plan occasionally.