That Feeling You Get
I'm used to travelling. I've been doing it since I was a little girl (it helps that all of my relatives live in Europe). I love travelling because it feels like such an adventure, going to places you've never been to before and meeting new people; it's one of the things that I seemed to have inherited off of my father.
But tomorrow is something that is going to change the way I look at travelling.
Tomorrow, I will be boarding a plane on a one-way trip to Europe and possibly not coming back to Australia.
The thought alone keeps sending my stomach into a frenzy of flutters and I don't know whether to be excited or run to the bathroom and be sick. I guess that's why I'm not sleeping just yet, getting prepared to launch myself into the bathroom in-case the nerves finally get too much for me.
My family is taking it better than I am at the moment (come in a few hours, my mother will be a blubbering mess and my father won't be that far behind.). My sister has been moping around the house all day today and I almost lost it with her. As it stands, I tried to ignore her and focused on packing (and re-packing) my suitcase instead, but that failed when she kept walking passed my open bedroom door. Instead, I turned the volume of my stereo up louder and sung along to Bullet for My Valentine. A little angst to suit my mood I guess.
Oh well, I have a plane to catch in the next 14 hours and I'm nowhere near ready. Better get some sleep and prepare myself mentally (which will never happen) for the oncoming storm of emotions.
But tomorrow is something that is going to change the way I look at travelling.
Tomorrow, I will be boarding a plane on a one-way trip to Europe and possibly not coming back to Australia.
The thought alone keeps sending my stomach into a frenzy of flutters and I don't know whether to be excited or run to the bathroom and be sick. I guess that's why I'm not sleeping just yet, getting prepared to launch myself into the bathroom in-case the nerves finally get too much for me.
My family is taking it better than I am at the moment (come in a few hours, my mother will be a blubbering mess and my father won't be that far behind.). My sister has been moping around the house all day today and I almost lost it with her. As it stands, I tried to ignore her and focused on packing (and re-packing) my suitcase instead, but that failed when she kept walking passed my open bedroom door. Instead, I turned the volume of my stereo up louder and sung along to Bullet for My Valentine. A little angst to suit my mood I guess.
Oh well, I have a plane to catch in the next 14 hours and I'm nowhere near ready. Better get some sleep and prepare myself mentally (which will never happen) for the oncoming storm of emotions.