One week


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.