19.05.2004

Headspace

I can almost hear the 'clack-clack-clack' of some roller-coaster getting dragged up to the apex. The nervous anticipation that any second now we're about to go screaming down this ricketty wooden slope leaving behind the waving family and friends at the turnstile queues to the ride...

I'm lurching from feeling ridiculously excited to thinking "What-the-hell-are-we-doing!". Panic attacks quickly give way to an urge to scream off to the airport *right now* and get on the next stand-by flight to somewhereoverthere.

It really is... I mean really, really, really is... daunting leaving everything and everyone behind to forge out with no plan and half a clue.

These last one-and-a-half-weeks will go faster than it takes to write out one-and-a-half-weeks I think. So many people wanting to catch up for a drink, dinner, a chat, farewell, au revoir, so long - at work - at play - final packing preparations - storing - boxing - cleaning - organising - administrivia - etcetera etcetera etcetera!

Our heads will be spinning like propellers once we get on that jet. To be honest I can't even empathise with the Justin in Thailand at the moment - right now in my scatty, erratic, mood I can't enter any sort of relaxed headspace. I do have a feeling it will rock very hard once we have an expanse of time - months and months and months to take each day as it comes...and at the end of the rainbow waits cold-but-buzzing, exciting-not-dreary, old Londontown for us to explore. New places, spaces, faces, races to get to know I guess.

We are going to look back on our current cocooned existence and be amazed at how we've moved and explored and grown by the time we return and fly over the bridge and Danielle once again sheds a tear seeing Australia after many years. I think I might even too.