The Game I Play With Airports.

Airports. You can love 'em. You can hate 'em. I have a pretty long history with them.

Mind is a-racing around.

Gahhhh

 So it hath begun! The countdown is on. We are less than forty eight hours away from take off and I am in the oh-lord-please-don't-let-anything-go-wrong mode. My last travel medicine appointment was at 7 pm this after noon.

Bob Marley. Wine. The Essence of My Existence.

Some days I feel buried. I am so excited about leaving, but I feel like life is dragging on. My visa came in yesterday and I was jumping up and down in my hallway. Now I am sitting in my kitchen drinking wine and trying to figure out which direction I am supposed to go in when I get back.

Decisions. The answer to all of the stupid questions in this life. Decisions. You have options, you just have to make the decision.

Hot damn, wine makes me feel so damn philosophicated. I made that up. Like a hybrid for philosophical and sophisticated.

The Joys of the Journey Pt 1.

Today I stepped back and took a moment to appreciate something small. Something really small. The kiss my husband gives me on top of my head when he sees me after we have been apart.

It made me smile. It made me giddy. I felt like a little silly High School girl with her first boyfriend.
But, most of all, it made me realize all the little things in life that are so damn good that I take for granted.

I leave in 25 days and I am so nervous/ excited/ happy/ feel like I am following my dreams finally. So many adjectives!! There is not a minute in my day that I am not thinking about some aspect of my upcoming trip.

Here are some of my various thoughts, straight from my noggin':

"I have to get those last shots the day before I leave. They're so damn expensive."

"What if I get bitten by a venomous snake?"... suddenly snakes are terrifying.

"I need to budget for the real world stuff while I am gone. I hate being a real person. Why did I grow up again?"

"God, I hope Tucker doesn't thrash the house. I'll kill him."

"I shouldn't of googled the cockroaches that live in the Philippines. Horrible idea."

"The endemic crocodiles are near extinction. That's awful.... but awesome because I'm terrified of those things too."

"The Philippines?? How the hell did I pick that out? Didn't see that coming."

In case you have not figured it out, I am a chronic over thinker. I have to analyze every situation, the way the situation is going to play out, the possible outcomes... all of it. Except when wine is involved. In that case I just jump into the deep end without knowing how to swim.

But what is the fun in life if you don't have a little bit of fear mixed with adventure? After all, Indiana Jones is afraid of snakes too...