I turned 26 today but had maybe 20 minutes of down time between parent/teacher interviews, teaching and completing my reports and marking.
There are 4 sleeps until I leave for London...then Paris...then Florence & Rome & Santorini & Athens...
I have waited for this for so long!
When I was 18 I fell in love and he moved overseas for a few years. It wasn't the same when he got back, as much as we both hoped it would be. Since then, I've always seen travel as something exotic and transformative and lifechanging. And I so hope it is all of that.
I always know a year will be a good one when you accidentally age yourself...someone asks you how old you are and you automatically answer the age you are turning...26, it turns out, is going to be excellent.
Lately I've been battling a serious mid-term case of the miserables. I've been sick for the last week, have two big assignments on my mind and so much to do before I head away on my overseas escapade. I can't wait but I feel like I can't think about it until everything else is done.
I decided to get back to the gym tonight and watched Offspring as I worked out. And then, there I was, crying and having an almost asthma attack as my stuffy nose and scratchy throat battled against my tears while I rode the exercise bike.