When I first sat myself down to pack my bags for a dual trip, I didn’t pack everything in the pack first. Instead, I decided to see whether I could put my Tetris skills into play by setting out everything I wanted to bring and figured would fit.
A friend got me in contact with another lady who basically did what I am about to do (minus the pilgrimage in Spain and Scotland-plus-a-day-in-Dublin side quest). It has actually calmed some of the nerves I was getting, and gotten me to think about things I may not have thought about. And has me thankful for the connections I have with wonderful people to allow me to get to this point.
I’m writing simply for the action to make myself write because I don’t think that if I post now, I will continue to do so. And it was already so hard for me to begin again in the first place. I started this over a month ago.
This is like pulling teeth.
I was in a bit of a depression recently. It started because I re-checked my numbers and found out that I couldn’t make it to New Zealand when I wanted to.