Riiiight. My resolutions of updating this place more didn't really work out now did it? To be honest, I have been starting posts pretty much every week, but never got to finish them or got delayed so much that I lost my train of thoughts. (But to be fair, no one is anxiously waiting to to read what I have to say hehe)
Work has been somewhat busy. There is always something to do, or rather, there is always something that I am working on. Even very quiet days turn into busy days for me, especially while making lists or making sure I thought of everything for my trip. Planning a trip is exhausting and you'd think I wouldn't have that much to do since I've been buying stuff and making lists since January. Well, I do. But right now it's mainly last minute stuff that I still have to take care of. I even packed my suitcase, twice this weekend. I know I'll empty it and re-verify it once, at least, before departure, but still, I think I'm ready.
Ok, I have been babbling about this trip since December, I can't wait and I'm ready, but it's a whole other story to realize there is less than a week to go. I'm leaving Sunday Morning... I've lost the excitement and the jumping around factor, I switched to panic mode. I think about it being so close and my heart starts pounding, my breathing accelerates and I sometimes gets dizzy, not to mention sick to my stomach. I'm not sure why. I assume it's good anxiety, as I'm not scared and this is a lifetime dream, but still, part of me whishes I could get back to the happy state I was in a couple weeks ago.
It'll be ok, I got it all figured out. I got my transport shuttle picking me up at home Sunday (I caved, it's vacation, let's spend money, I didn't work all that OT all summer just for kicks), then I'll be super early to the airport, check-in, security, then chilling (Having a beer or 5, I'll pretend I'm on Greece time already) then it's a direct flight. No hassle or worries there, 1 plane, 2 meals, lots of booze, I got all my "comfort kit", I'm getting one on the plane, it's a big-ass plane, and I have my Kindle/Ipod/Dvd player to keep me busy. And I have to sleep (that's where the booze will be helpful) since it's technically an overnight flight if you count the time change. Luckily, I have never been afraid to fly. I'm certainly not a big fan of turbulence (I remember a bad Florida flight) or flying overnight, (It's kinda creepy and the lights on the plane confuse me that there's a storm outside) but overall I'm fine. I'm more scared of crossing a street with no pedestrian sign than flying. (I know I got issues, sue me :P)
I have organized a meeting with the people from my trip I've ben in touch with online, so we all get to meet before the official meeting that evening. We'll be spending most of the day together, walking around, having a drink, letting the feeling that "we're finally here, we're in Greece" feeling truly sink in. So I don't even have to worry about walking in a room full of strangers by myself, I'll have new friends with me. But, as I've mentioned before, when in unknown territory and by myself, this new confident Milou comes out and leaves the shy Marilou at home. I'll probably be going around the room introducing myself and making new friends before long. I have this image of me walking around right beside our guide/Tour Manager everyday, asking questions and trying to help and keeping people in line. So very me. But it won't happen, I'll probably be asking questions and participating all the time, can't repress my personnality that much, but I want to feel on vacation, so I'm there to have fun, make new friends and take it all in. Greece, it's hard to believe....
I should also mention I know for a fact I will be crying during this trip. And I don't mean a drunken cry, no drama and no homesickeness either lol. I mean, when I truly realize I made it, probably when I get off the plane or the airport (probably when I see my name on a sign at the airport) or after I've checked in the hotel and set foot outside on my own and take a good look around me. Maybe even still while flying, before landing and looking down to see this very ancient, yet still new to me landscape, the one I've been studying and dreaming of for as long as I can remember. I have to see it all, do it all and bring back with me as many memories and pictures and souvenirs as possible. This trip has to last me a lifetime. And I'm sure it will.
Alright, back to doing research (and work), I'll try to come and vent more about my stress later on this week.
So say we all!
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