Yesterday, I went to pick up my tickets. The travel agent talked me through them. When and where. How and what. Confirm 72 hours before departure. Arrive early for check-in. She was so incredibly excited that it made me dizzy. I held on to the desk for some grounding, held my focus on a non moving object and breathed deeply while she babbled on. The other travel agents were looking our way, as her voice seemed to get higher and higher pitched, louder and louder. It seemed like she was the one going travelling!
I held them securely between my hands walking to the car. I sat with the engine running for a few minutes, waiting for my pounding heart to settle. I placed them on my lap for the way home. I delicately placed them on my desk at home. I unfolded carefully the pieces of paper. And there they were. Paris – London – Bangkok – Sydney – Singapore – Paris. With my name on them. Of course they’re electronic tickets, directly booked with my passport number, but still.
Suddenly it made it all real. I tried to slow my brain down as it started visualing what I had done. What I had achieved to get there. I worked hard, I saved harder. I’ve been going on about this to my friends for nearly 2 years now. I created a written version of the project a year ago. What I wanted to do, approximately where I wanted to go. Now my business is closing down this coming Saturday. My last football training is tonight. I am moving from my flat, away from my flatmates in a week. I am flying away from my friends and family in 2 weeks today.
Am I scared? Not yet. I am anxious? Not either. I am excited? You bet!