what is it about packing for a trip that both unsettles you and makes you sink deeper into wherever you are living? i just folded and put away the basket of clean clothes that i have been dipping into for weeks. i wash the clothes, dry them, and dump them in the basket to fold... and then end up wearing them again before they get folded.
i really don't need to bring much down... a few toiletries, but i plan to buy while i'm down, so not much. a few clothes, but ditto. gifts, and some big pieces of art that i don't want to have to ship in june. i guess that's it... oh the fishes i bought for my family. ew. how the hell am i going to pack two enormous char?
so why do i feel like i'm forgetting something vital??
i leave tomorrow, touch wood. this trip is making me superstitious. i am waiting for the other shoe to drop. i remember how totally upset and frustrated i was to get stuck at the badminton tourney a couple of months ago. that was nothing compared to how i would feel if i got stuck here, now. touch wood. i think i would need valium, and i'm not really a druggie. quiet honestly though, i don't expect to get out of here tomorrow. my brain just won't process it, won't believe it is possible.
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i need to see you.. so you must come home and that is final! we won't even entertain that you won't be here tomorrow at 7pm on the dot
there are things waiting for you...
a key to your car
maybe a present
alcohol
hugs
laugher
people who understand you!
So HAPPY to have you here!
aww, i hope it all goes well and that i get to see your shining face this evening. wow, you should be just taking off right NOW!! wow-wee!
i hope i don't have any melt-downs and need your reassuring support while you're MIA.
YAY YAY YAY!
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