So here I am.
Bags packed, loose ends caught and hands still smelling like roses from the manicure. How long to go now? Still another two days? It seems that somewhere in the hype of working as many jobs to help the time fly I've still come up short. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying the quiet nights with the family, but I'm sure you know the itch [and I'm not talking about something you can cure with a pill].
2 sleeps. 2 days. Then I will be at the airport again. How long have I managed to stay at home this time? 5 months - AND that was a stretch. I prmoise, this time when I'm done galavanting, I'm really done.
Ok, except for the annual escape to somewhere new. But, you know, it wont be on this massive scale of months on end. No, no, I will endevour to be a normal person with a maximum of 4 weeks annual each year.
After all, try, is all a girl can do.
