I leave Tuesday, and my boots stand cockeyed on the floor, socks stuffed inside and the box still cluttering my room, I have bits of paper shoved in random pockets - notes to myself about adapter sizes, undone chores, and unbought necessities. I wonder if I will ever leave, let alone make it to the top of Kilimanjaro. Does it really matter at all?
Today I felt bereft; friends have died, my skin cancer is scary, and I realize how really alone each of us is. It isn't exactly the way you'd hope to start your first trip to a new continent (despite the adapter labels that claim Africa is a country). Will I remember all the things? Will I worry? It's so much easier when I travel alone and nobody has expectations like "bring evening dressy pants for evenings." Who? Me? Dressy pants? Evening worries? I'll bring two books; now there's an evening event for me.
I'm only testing this site and my little EeePC to see if it's still too much of a pain in the ass to bother bringing. It certainly IS small...
Today I felt bereft; friends have died, my skin cancer is scary, and I realize how really alone each of us is. It isn't exactly the way you'd hope to start your first trip to a new continent (despite the adapter labels that claim Africa is a country). Will I remember all the things? Will I worry? It's so much easier when I travel alone and nobody has expectations like "bring evening dressy pants for evenings." Who? Me? Dressy pants? Evening worries? I'll bring two books; now there's an evening event for me.
I'm only testing this site and my little EeePC to see if it's still too much of a pain in the ass to bother bringing. It certainly IS small...
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