Two days left to go and the whole week has been a little crazy. I've had:
1) 2 meltdowns
2) 1 random bout of tears
3) 4 irritable 'Are you calling me fat?' moments with Glen (What? He said that my shirt was too short, which means that my belly is showing, which means that it is also hanging out, which means that he is implying that I am fat - just linking the dots here..)
4) 3 ice queen moments when I am getting the 'goodbye face' (tilt head to right, big eyes, breathe deeply and look as if to say 'Well, this is it. Goodbye!'
And I am spent. Isn't travelling meant to be easy? Aren't I meant to be unemployed? Where's the sleeping in until 1pm? Where's the Oprah? What a gyp!
It is going by so fast, I'm almost scared to go to sleep at night because I feel that when I wake up, another day is going to slip away again. It's like *BLINK* Oh I've gone to Dublin! *BLINK* It's the last week of work at Flight Centre *BLINK* I'm having my going away party *BLINK* I'm packing up my house *BLINK* I'm saying goodbye *BLINK* and so on......
Anyway, I'm having to wind this up now because today and tomorrow is catch up day before we go. Tonight is Lina and Dario. Tomorrow breakfast with mum, lunch with Sarah (i am NOT looking forward to that goodbye!), dinner with MArk and Bernie.
*BLINK*
We are out of here!!
Next post will be in Costa Rica - gawd, that sounds weird.
Pura vida, mate!
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