What can you see on the horizon?

[bit_of_a_bore]

I've packed away most of my things, and my flat looks hopelessly desolate. I'm torn between wanting to go right now and staying home, where everything is familiar and safe. I hate waiting. I'm not good at it. I'm afraid that if I wait for much longer I'll lose my nerve completely. I think it matters little how many miles or how many days, weeks and months you travel, rather, it's the unknown that's so unnerving.

And yet, facing the unknown is what makes an adventure, and an adventure is what I want.

I'm pretty convinced that my excitement will surpass my nervousness as soon as I take my seat on the first plane. But until then...