Vin Rouge, sil vous plait?
Friday, 28. November 2008, 13:36:58
So this is...almost...it. So close now, so very very close...
In 5893* seconds I depart my place of work, turn left leaving the building, walk through the mulit-storey car park to the concourse and into the train station to await the train that will take me to Edinburgh where I will catch the flight that will magically transport me...to Paris.
It's been a long time coming, and I'm not talking about the enormous amount of work I've had to do this week to get ready for it (although I will - at length - if anyone is interested). No, it's been on my mental To Do list for at least three years now; always a 'nice idea', never a reality. But thanks to the pushing and prodding of people closest to me, Debbie and others, I got off my large buttocks and organised it. And now it's happening.
It feels almost like a dream. A proper dream, of the kind you have during sleep, rather than one of those ultra-important goals people are supposed to chase in their lives, although I suppose it's become one of those too in recent months. To be doing this at all feels so completely unreal, as if it was never meant to happen to me. 33 years living comfortably within the confines of [relatively] small geographical areas and suddenly I'm about to smash through the boundaries and step into another land, another freakin' culture. How awesome is that?
It's overwhelming. I've already admitted to a few doses of panic, and these only intensified as the the time drew nearer and nearer and details still needed to be finalised. So much to do, so little time to do it. But hey, it's done, or as near-as-dammit. Only an hour now to go (which I'm obviously using to write this, may the Gods of Commerce forgive me). 61 minutes. 60...
I just want to give a last big Thank You to everyone who helped over the last two weeks. Anyone who gave me an idea, gave the gift of their experiences, loaned me odds and ends, or even just listened to me bitch about work and/or the things I still needed to organise - THANK YOU (A huge shout has to go out to Debbie, without whom this trip would probably never have materialised. Love you, babe). I realise I've been a pain in the butt, hopefully you'll be just as patient when I return laden with hours of holiday photographs that you MUST SEE. And for anyone who still reads this overly-indulgent personal tripe known colloquially as my 'blog', I'll have plenty to talk about and show you, too.
I'll be back Thursday-ish. Au revoiur, 'til we meet again...
In 5893* seconds I depart my place of work, turn left leaving the building, walk through the mulit-storey car park to the concourse and into the train station to await the train that will take me to Edinburgh where I will catch the flight that will magically transport me...to Paris.
It's been a long time coming, and I'm not talking about the enormous amount of work I've had to do this week to get ready for it (although I will - at length - if anyone is interested). No, it's been on my mental To Do list for at least three years now; always a 'nice idea', never a reality. But thanks to the pushing and prodding of people closest to me, Debbie and others, I got off my large buttocks and organised it. And now it's happening.
It feels almost like a dream. A proper dream, of the kind you have during sleep, rather than one of those ultra-important goals people are supposed to chase in their lives, although I suppose it's become one of those too in recent months. To be doing this at all feels so completely unreal, as if it was never meant to happen to me. 33 years living comfortably within the confines of [relatively] small geographical areas and suddenly I'm about to smash through the boundaries and step into another land, another freakin' culture. How awesome is that?
It's overwhelming. I've already admitted to a few doses of panic, and these only intensified as the the time drew nearer and nearer and details still needed to be finalised. So much to do, so little time to do it. But hey, it's done, or as near-as-dammit. Only an hour now to go (which I'm obviously using to write this, may the Gods of Commerce forgive me). 61 minutes. 60...
I just want to give a last big Thank You to everyone who helped over the last two weeks. Anyone who gave me an idea, gave the gift of their experiences, loaned me odds and ends, or even just listened to me bitch about work and/or the things I still needed to organise - THANK YOU (A huge shout has to go out to Debbie, without whom this trip would probably never have materialised. Love you, babe). I realise I've been a pain in the butt, hopefully you'll be just as patient when I return laden with hours of holiday photographs that you MUST SEE. And for anyone who still reads this overly-indulgent personal tripe known colloquially as my 'blog', I'll have plenty to talk about and show you, too.
I'll be back Thursday-ish. Au revoiur, 'til we meet again...
) had emerged from the abyssal darknesses of my character, but I was happy to learn later that she arrived home safe and well...and had promptly fallen in her bath (as relayed to me via the medium of text at ohmygodgobacktosleep O'clock this morning).
WIDGETIZE