I fly today, 27/06/17 is finally here. That may be 06/27/17 for some readers, which has always baffled me. I find it very hard to read it this way- dd/mm/yyyy always seems like the logical approach, mm/dd/yyyy is like typing ‘United States of America, New York City, North America’… A huge mind fuck.
Finished packing: Check.
Passport and money: Check.
Headphones: No idea where they have gone, which has really frustrated me as I take them everywhere. The cheap in flight headphones will have to be smuggled through customs, hopefully they don’t die after a weeks usage.
Skyped with my mum and convinced her I would come back alive: Check.
Booked last minute travel insurance in case the above doesn’t totally go to plan: Check.
I always thought that the longest month I would ever have would start December 1st. As a child I remember the pure excitement of making a list, checking it twice, and waiting to see the presents in my living room come the 25th. This excitement never died as a child. As I get older this is still a day I cherish but it doesn’t have the same magic. The excitement for me is now in travelling outside of my borders to a place I haven’t been. Somewhere that I am not required to work eight+ hours a day and can dip my feet in the cool waters. It sounds so simple yet so desired by any adult I know. I am drinking alcohol at 11.45am on Tuesday, weird to so many, secretly desired by as many.
I will blog daily for the next seven days, I will not be able to engage with the WP community as much- wifi issues, additional charges and all.
What is your favorite day of the year? Mine changes often and today, it is today.