It’s only 15 more days to go and I can hardly wait. And the signs of anxiousness are popping up too. The other night I woke up all confused and worried. I was dreaming that is was already time for departure. Now I’m not one of those people that get all packed up 3 days before departure but am always packing at the very last moment – which might get stressful sometimes. But hey, what’s the point of having your backpack half packed for days? I mean I don’t have one set of clothes and things that I use at home and another one for travels so I don’t see a point in packing in advance never knowing what’s inside the backpack and what not. And constantly pulling things back out of the backpack because I still need them. Too much hassle. So packing up has become the very last thing I do before leaving.
Now back to my dreams. So I was in my room and there was tons of stuff laid over my bed. Clothing, sleeping bag, books, photo equipment and such. And a backpack waiting to be filled up. Very clearly the moment of departure. I was looking over that pile of stuff trying to figure out what have I forgotten. Those being dreams where laws of physics and other minor annoyances are bended a bit I could very clearly see the airplane being parked by the gates at the airport with everybody already on board. They were waiting but for me. And I was still at home with an empty backpack. Looking at the pile of stuff to be packed realizing this bit is still missing I would run around the apartment picking it up. And another one. And another. While they were waiting for me to fly off.
Unfortunately I can’t tell you whether I caught the flight or had they given up on me because luckily I woke up. All frightened that I’m missing the only flight into my so long dreamed up African travels. But I can finally see the departure as a real thing. I have been dreaming of this particular departure for the last nine months. And it is about bloody time it turns into flesh. Sometimes it appeared to me so distant that I didn’t really thing of it as my travels but just a somebody else’s story. But with two more weeks to go and tickets in my pocket I’m ready.
Or stealing a quote from the Hitchhiker’s Guide: Have towel will travel.
