That little sentence always seems to elicit such surprise -and…
I have 20 days until I fly to Kuala Lumpur.
I have my itinerary fleshed out, my accommodation booked, my bags are packed, I’ve sold everything. I’m ready to go!
I have procrastination down to an art. Somehow, I have convinced myself that I can’t finish my to do list just yet. I have convinced myself that I have to hold onto everything until the last minute. I haven’t even listed my car for sale yet!
And yet, I’m surprisingly calm about this.
I’ve been dreaming of travelling the world for as long as I can remember. The unfortunate side effect of spending so long thinking about something is that it doesn’t seem to sink in when it finally becomes a reality. Maybe when I actually get on the plane I’ll believe it?
But I think my procrastination goes a little deeper than mere laziness.
This is the first time I will be travelling on my own and it will also be the longest I’ve spent away from home. My mum is already starting to worry. All mention of me leaving is met with pursed lips and a strangled “mmhmm” sound.
And I’ll admit I’m dreading the goodbyes and not seeing the people I love for at least a year; probably longer. There is also a good chance that the family pets won’t be around when I eventually come home. In all my time planning and fantasizing about far off lands and the amazing opportunities of travelling I have never thought about the reality of leaving.
This is where the doubts begin. How do I leave my life behind? Is this a mistake? Am I hurting the people I care about? Ugh. It’s enough to give you a headache if you think about it too much.
But hey, thanks to my procrastination I’m going to be so busy for the next couple of weeks that I won’t have time to worry about all that stuff! See there’s a method here.