I'm getting kind of anxious about my trip. That butterflies in your stomach flying that comes and goes every time I am about to fly. I'm anxious about what is going to happen on the plane because every trip on the plane feels like my first, it just is that way to me. I wonder about the food, how the food is like, and if I'm going barf when everyone is consuming their meals, because for some strange reason it always smells like some nasty barf when I'm up in such high altitude. After that I worry about entertainment, how I am going to relief myself, and if I might get motion sick. I don't get it often, but you never know. All that worry.
But my worry extends to me arriving, finding my luggage, getting to my apartment, settling down with food and all. The last time I got so terribly homesick was when I was in Sydney. It was hell, I craved food of home so much. I craved chilli, spiciness and all that insanely hot chilli padi that is available in such abundance when I am home and at all the food courts.
Whatever it is, the excitement of visiting a new city triumphs over my anxiety and worry.
Counting down to D-day.
