Saying goodbye is an interesting thing. I've discovered that there are 2 schools of thought: The 'wow, what an exciting adventure. I'm so jealous, you are going to have such a good time!' And the 'Really? But what about your job & your life here? Aren't you scared?' Do people honestly think I didn't consider those things? Rest assured people that my life is in as much a state of randomness as it always is…
Packing up a house. A concept I am relatively new to, considering I have lived in my place for a looooong time. The packing is one thing, but trying to fit a 4 bedroom townhouse into a 20kg backpack is a whole other. Many countless nights were spent reading other travel blogs to see what people brought with them. In the end I've got it down to a respectable pile, and what fits in the backpack tomorrow night goes, and what doesn't stays!
So that pretty much leaves the act of actually saying goodbye, and I've learnt that people generally like to do this with food. And cake. And alcohol. I am quite concerned that I may not fit into my seat on the plane after all the eating & drinking I have done.
2 sleeps till Thailand people!
