Bye bye
Tomorrow morning. My flight leaves at 10.00, if it's on time. My alarm-clock is set at 6.00 (I hate waking up so early, but what I could do?).
In the afternoon, if everything works out fine, I'll meet seven of my dearest web-friends in person. I never saw them, I don't know what they look like, and they don't know what I look like. During these days, we'll be meeting with other two web-friends, joining for less time, unfortunately.
How do I feel? in the past days I was scared, or excited, or giddy, or nervous, depending on the current thought or mood. Now I feel numb. I still have to finish packing (I'll make it, I always do). The practical aspect is slowly covering the emotional aspect. It's good. But I hope the emotional side gets back when I'm there, because I want to cry, or, at least, being very moved, when I hug the girls. I know I usually reprime my emotions. And I'm lying: I'm still nervous. And scared. And excited.
To my lovely friends that, for one reason or another, are not joining: I hug you tightly. My meeting would be even more perfect if you were part of it. I'm not mentioning anybody in particular, but I bet you know who are the ones whom I consider close friends and that I'll miss a lot for not being there. The ones who had always been there when I needed a word, a reply, a sign. Thank you.
I wish we can keep up when I'm back.
Bye bye girls. *hugs you in a group hug*
In the afternoon, if everything works out fine, I'll meet seven of my dearest web-friends in person. I never saw them, I don't know what they look like, and they don't know what I look like. During these days, we'll be meeting with other two web-friends, joining for less time, unfortunately.
How do I feel? in the past days I was scared, or excited, or giddy, or nervous, depending on the current thought or mood. Now I feel numb. I still have to finish packing (I'll make it, I always do). The practical aspect is slowly covering the emotional aspect. It's good. But I hope the emotional side gets back when I'm there, because I want to cry, or, at least, being very moved, when I hug the girls. I know I usually reprime my emotions. And I'm lying: I'm still nervous. And scared. And excited.
To my lovely friends that, for one reason or another, are not joining: I hug you tightly. My meeting would be even more perfect if you were part of it. I'm not mentioning anybody in particular, but I bet you know who are the ones whom I consider close friends and that I'll miss a lot for not being there. The ones who had always been there when I needed a word, a reply, a sign. Thank you.
I wish we can keep up when I'm back.
Bye bye girls. *hugs you in a group hug*