One week from now I will be counting down the hours until I go to Sydney.
It’s a little bit strange that a change of such drastic nature is looming so close now.
It creates that sinking feeling in your stomach. It’s that sinking feeling I felt when I walked away from my family van and into the dorms in 1995, the feeling I had in the jetway as I left for Holland, the feeling I had when I saw my ex off at the airport, the feeling I had when I got the call with a teary voice in the afternoon once.
What is that feeling there?
No time for whimsy, I have to get busy packing.