The anxiety of preparation has been replaced with this laissez faire procrastination. I was up packing and organizing until 3am last night, only to wake up at 4:30am and hit the road. Exhausted.
I’d love to have a cigarette but I’ve passed customs. I planned on quitting upon arrival for obvious health reasons, and I’m highly doubtful Southeast Asia will carry American Spirits. But of course I bought a pack yesterday for nostalgic reasons. Vices.
Alone again, off to a foreign country. There’s that part of myself that says, ‘what do you get yourself into?’ And then another part answers, ‘discover the unknown.’ Seeker.
Let’s see what happens. 😉