The excitement of my trip seems like its become a bit too much for me to handle. I had eating problems and am now currently suffering from an undiagnosable rash. My doctor told me anxiety or nervousness can cause this (as can hayfever), but I can't see why I'd be nervous about this. It may have also been my filthy flat, and am concerned I may indeed have fleas.
It is said that the only constant in life is change, and apart from the obvious irony I'm sadly starting to believe its true. Not that I want to live in the past, but I sometimes feel I don't have enough time to enjoy the moment I'm in. I enjoy the life I'm living currently, and I don't know that I'm ready to give that up. The closer d-day becomes, the faster the days seem to blend and the realisation that I'm not coming back. I only have so long to spend with mates/family before I go, and I find myself wondering what it is I'll miss by not being here. The thing is though, if you don't change with the times, you'll end up being left behind. Anyway, thats enough out of the emo kid for one day.
Wee bit further along in planning for my trip; am all vaccinated, sold all my furniture, got my vietnamese visa and am about to re-enrol in german. With nine and a half weeks to go though, there is still plenty to do. I must learn to stop being so pre-emptive and writing in my travel blog before I've even left. Far too keen.
