Our plane leaves the airport in 6 hours and 5 minutes. I am yet to pack. I am starting to get twinges of excitement, but they're infrequent. What's more frequent is the nagging stress from this past week. The last minute dramas and stupid little incidents. I sound so negative. I don't mean to be. I think I'm just exhausted from the entire year. In terms of life events it wasn't a huge one, but there were many things I learned to work through in the space of the year. ***
I remember earlier this year, we were driving along a dirt road somewhere far away, and we hit a wallaby. I cried out for it as I saw it jump across in front of the van, and hot tears ran down my face as we searched for it in nearby scrub - to no avail. "There's nothing we can do for it", Brian soothed. "Anyway, maybe we just clipped him, and he's off at the pub showing his mates his war wounds?" An hour of silence from my part later, I finally said "I think I'm just going to pretend it never happened." And then silently to myself, I thought with irony "Way to live my life." *** I'm going to go out and buy a new diary before we leave. It's been too long since I've kept one of my life. In ten years' time, these past two years will fade to oblivian, simply because they weren't recorded. Now. Off to pack. And to stop regretting things I can't change.
