Week before I leave

Well there happens to be only three and a half days before I am off to Italy. Everyone always asks if I am excited and nervous, which I suppose I am, but truthfully more then anything I still don’t think about it much. I mean of course the night before I have to get on the plane my mind will be positively racing, but up until that point my mind pretty much preys on the present and doesn’t give much flattery to the fast-approaching future.

Packing and dealing my with my over-excitable mum seems almost more like a game, then the neccesary prequestite of travelling. I do find that these pre-departure days gives me more ample opportunity to write to-do lists, which makes me very happy because I have always been fond of to do lists.

I find that right before I leave people and friends come to mean a lot more to me. I like spending time with as much people as I can. Shajahan has been hanging around the house while we pack and it almost makes me feel all content like I used too when I had step brothers. I like the energy of a young male around the house, although it makes me all the more bitter that I ended up as an only child. Of course, many would argue that Shajahan is indeed not a young male, but I think that whats in his heart is more important then his outer appearance. And he is definetely young at heart.

Tommorow is my going away party and before that Cassie and I get to spend all day going to see movies. She’s also accompanying me to the airport on sunday
I wish Bill could be there…but I know its my fault that he’s not. Its also lovely that we have been talking all week and a lot of the time we resort back to our loving, comfortable jabber without all the extra sadness and pain. Of course it always comes back in between, but it makes me think that with time it will just get less and less.

Anyway, I should probably go back over to my mums before she has a heart attack with worrying about things to do for my trip. Someone has to be there with a level-head, you know?