I can't believe how exciting this all is.
Everyone I know seems to be asleep or MIA, and I have no one to gush to.
So, I will gush to you; to No One In Particular.
!!!I love this. I am planning a trip. I am going far, far away. All by myself.
And, my mother, whom I adore, bought me a camera. And I almost cried. My last camera bit the dust a while back. I haven't been able to bring myself to spend the money on a new one without a definite cause. I have no children to photograph! I don't want to remember what I did on those drunken nights! I couldn't justify the expense.
But she bought it for me. And, somehow, this is the icing on the cake. It is all real now. I have a camera, for this trip, which will see gorillas and chimpanzees and all sorts of other animals of indiscriminate sorts. It will see the mouth of the Nile and and cities pregnant with 'bustle' (also, presumably, 'hustle') and faces to tear the heart right out of your chest. I am going, going, going, and I'm going to be able to take it home after. I am bursting at my hypothetical seams.
I also have:
-designated toothbrush/toothpaste/floss set aside! I'm big on the oral hygiene.
-A receipt for the biggest debit purchase of my life, and, tomorrow, my tickets and insurance information! Hooray for 35 hours of travel time!
-A backpack with the most exciting zippered pockets you can imagine. It is beautiful. 75 liters, detachable daypack, waterproof zippers, internal frame and 'hideaway' straps for in-flight safety, and so much more. I look really hot in a backpack, folks. Not even joking.
-lists of food to bring from home, medications, and other nifty supplies (like a vegetable/fruit peeler! And mosquito nets!)
-A record of all my (rather impressive) vaccinations. I might as well be bulletproof, given all the shite that can't touch me. Yeah, that's right. Bulletproof.
-Debt
-A money belt. Which is not very exciting, but I do have it. So I thought I might as well list it.
-A million things to do!
I am over the top.
I think I have the travel bug.
It is delicious.
Everyone I know seems to be asleep or MIA, and I have no one to gush to.
So, I will gush to you; to No One In Particular.
!!!I love this. I am planning a trip. I am going far, far away. All by myself.
And, my mother, whom I adore, bought me a camera. And I almost cried. My last camera bit the dust a while back. I haven't been able to bring myself to spend the money on a new one without a definite cause. I have no children to photograph! I don't want to remember what I did on those drunken nights! I couldn't justify the expense.
But she bought it for me. And, somehow, this is the icing on the cake. It is all real now. I have a camera, for this trip, which will see gorillas and chimpanzees and all sorts of other animals of indiscriminate sorts. It will see the mouth of the Nile and and cities pregnant with 'bustle' (also, presumably, 'hustle') and faces to tear the heart right out of your chest. I am going, going, going, and I'm going to be able to take it home after. I am bursting at my hypothetical seams.
I also have:
-designated toothbrush/toothpaste/floss set aside! I'm big on the oral hygiene.
-A receipt for the biggest debit purchase of my life, and, tomorrow, my tickets and insurance information! Hooray for 35 hours of travel time!
-A backpack with the most exciting zippered pockets you can imagine. It is beautiful. 75 liters, detachable daypack, waterproof zippers, internal frame and 'hideaway' straps for in-flight safety, and so much more. I look really hot in a backpack, folks. Not even joking.
-lists of food to bring from home, medications, and other nifty supplies (like a vegetable/fruit peeler! And mosquito nets!)
-A record of all my (rather impressive) vaccinations. I might as well be bulletproof, given all the shite that can't touch me. Yeah, that's right. Bulletproof.
-Debt
-A money belt. Which is not very exciting, but I do have it. So I thought I might as well list it.
-A million things to do!
I am over the top.
I think I have the travel bug.
It is delicious.
haraggan:
Wow, that is exciting! How long am I going to have to exist without you?