Monday, July 28, 2008

Leaving in a few hours...

After torturing the bathroom scale just for my luggage to make it to the 20kg-limit, I'm finally set to go. I've no idea as to when will I be able to post another entry, but for sure that will be soon.

All my shoes are in the bag, my tickets and papers are in. Yes, I'm ready to go. All set for the long haul.

See you in Geneva :)

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Twelve Mondays

By this time next week, I would probably be unpacking my stuffs in an apartment room alien to me (My apologies to those who thought I've already left because of my apparently 'misleading' blog entry I published previously. Panaginip lang po 'yon. Hehehe.). While I'm on to that, my husband would be in flight (probably somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean) to Mexico City.

The wallowing is coming on to me again. Truth is, I will miss my Vincent. Call me cheesy, I don't care. As we were sorting out our stuffs yesterday, I was chanting, "It's just going to be three months. Time flies like a speeding twister..." over and over again. And then Vincent said, "It's just going to be twelve Mondays. One down next week, tapos eleven na lang!"

From now on, I'm going to count in twelve Mondays. The feeling has changed from melancholy to excitement! And so is this ticker. That's me chasing the plane!



Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Cause and effects

I just got to the apartment in Geneva and was starting to unpack my things. I had one small and one large luggage. The small one was stuffed with my clothes all in. When I opened the large one, expecting to see a lot more, I had the scare of a lifetime because what were in there were just a pair of sneakers and a whole bunch of plastic bags!

"Nasa'n na yung (where are my) passport, tickets at papeles 'ko?"
"Where are my office shoes?! I can't come to work on my sneakers!"

I was having rounds and rounds of panic attacks. I kept retracing my steps, cracking my head. Where have all the papers and the shoes gone?

"I can't have possibly reached this place without my passport and tickets, can I?"
"I've got to tell Vincent to send me the shoes."



Cause:
The trip three weeks (counting it in days makes it look darn too soon, so I'm not doing that) from now.

Effects:
1. Separation anxiety.
2. Travel stress.

Manifestation:
Travel nightmares.

The one above-retold was the latest I've had about two nights ago, aside from the two I related in my last post. The dream was like a continuing effect of the last activity I did that day i.e., shopping for weather-friendly clothes. I wasn't able to get everything in the bag, specifically, a pair of shoes for the office and a pair of new sneakers for any day strolls.


I've got to get those shoes. I can't afford one more shoe nightmare.