When
my brother first spoke to me about joining him for part of his
traveling adventures, I was a little unsure as to whether I wanted to –
the suggestion came at a time when I was feeling a little bit fragile
and concentrating on getting through those emotional pains was my
focus. But after he bombarded me on an almost hourly basis with
pictures of the beaches, and the Bangkok skyline at night, I wondered
why on earth I was only thinking about it. I was booked and mentally already there a matter of days later.
Being
a PA you’d think I’d be uber-organised. But no. Planning everyone
else’s lives often leaves you with little time for your own. Narrowly
missing being fired yesterday (my lunch hour turned into a 4 ½ hour
boozing session…much to my boss’s displeasure) I didn’t feel in the
right frame of mind to pack. Then I couldn’t find my passport. But
instead of freaking out I remained calm. Really calm. And this set the
scene for my packing. A few bikinis, not much else. This was the first
time I’d been totally relaxed before a departure. I’m even fine with
busing it down to the islands (even though I was adamant I was going to
fly).
When
it was all done, I checked out my brother’s choice of tunes on his
laptop that he has let me look after for him in his absence. I had to
laugh when I saw some of them, but it didn’t stop me listening did it?
‘Never Forget’ – Take That, ‘These are the days of our lives’ – Queen.
I was starting to get a bit sentimental. And realised that I am very
close to creating some of those memories that I’ll be thinking and
laughing about for years to come. Because when Ed and I are together,
mischief comes calling.
See you on the East side.
Steffi
