Well, it finally happened.
I’m leaving, I’m going off to meet new interesting people and make them feel
nervous and uncomfortable. This date has
been coming for such a long time now, but it never seemed very real at all. It
was one of those dates you pick at random, one so far off into the future it
would never happen. It still doesn’t seem very real. I travelled down from the north
yesterday and stayed overnight at a friend’s in London. She was probably more enthusiastic about the
whole idea than me. She constantly screamed and bounced with enthusiasm and
excitement about my impending departure, you probably could have been mistaken
into think it was her who was flying out today.
My mood was somewhat different, mostly because it still
doesn’t feel real. It always seemed like travelling was something that was
happening in the future. I don’t think I’ve actually comprehended its going to
happen. My overly enthused friends asked me if I was excited about it. I told
her that it felt like a war film, not that there’s going to be blood, guts and
me telling people that when I get home to my sweetheart I’m going to start a
llama farm, moments before I get my head blown off. It’s like the part where the hero has just
had a shell explode next to him, he stands up and looks around. The explosion is
still ringing in his ears. Everything around him is still moving, but in slow motion.
He knows what’s going on but he’s dazed by the whole thing. That’s where I am
right now. I’m sat in an airport and I’m in a total daze.......
Hopefully I’ll snap out of it soon, or else there’s going to
be an incredibly confused Briton who’s dawdling around Washington DC in 9 hours
time. On the plus side I have about half a rock of Kendal mint cake to get
through before I arrive. So it’s either dazed or off my tits high on sugar.
Wish me luck
Con
