Can't believe they won't let me in the building again after today
Can you be in denial of something you’re looking forward to? In the rush to wrap everything up for the trip, I can’t even imagine the trip itself anymore.
A coworker compared our planning to his wedding, and while at the time it sounded odd it started making sense this weekend when I was privileged to be a part of a good friend’s wedding (one of a billion – and the one which Erin catered). You spend months planning this one day, hoping for it to be perfect, that you sometimes lose sight of what you’re actually doing. But once the big day arrives and you get to hop on a plane, you can sink in and enjoy the fact that you’re embarking on the journey (let me be clear that I’m speaking only of the wedding, not of marriage). There are a lot of holes and incongruities in this comparison, but I think the basic premise holds true.
I’m going to be brutally honest here. I have not planned a whole lot for this trip. I’m sitting shotgun right now. I built this website, helped chart the course and purchase plane tickets, mentioned a couple things that I’ve wanted to do (ref rugby and see Stirling Castle), made some headway into people to stay with along the way, and responded with “that’s cool, let’s do it!” to stuff Erin has suggested. But strangely I have mostly focused on somehow keeping normality in these waning days.
I was supposed to have had my last day of work last week, but I ended up extending it to today. The neatness of ending on the last day of June was undermined by the extra month of health insurance and two days paid vacation I would get for finishing up transition documents. And I have found people to care for my things so that I don’t have to permanently let them go (Apt, moto, car, kettlebell, guitar). I leave in 5 days and I haven’t even tried packing yet (I’ll let you know how that goes).
I wonder how this will effect our dynamic when we start our trip, I snap out of my trip denial and start throwing suggestions and alternate plans. But that’s why we’re keeping it loose, right? Right.
In other news - I’ve pretty much decided that I’m taking my favorite, ratty pair of sneakers as my every day shoes. We’ve concluded that while they will die on the voyage, we will give them a proper burial somewhere on the trek, and they will have known a glorious life. And I will hopefully find an equally rad pair of shoes.
-SB
A coworker compared our planning to his wedding, and while at the time it sounded odd it started making sense this weekend when I was privileged to be a part of a good friend’s wedding (one of a billion – and the one which Erin catered). You spend months planning this one day, hoping for it to be perfect, that you sometimes lose sight of what you’re actually doing. But once the big day arrives and you get to hop on a plane, you can sink in and enjoy the fact that you’re embarking on the journey (let me be clear that I’m speaking only of the wedding, not of marriage). There are a lot of holes and incongruities in this comparison, but I think the basic premise holds true.
I’m going to be brutally honest here. I have not planned a whole lot for this trip. I’m sitting shotgun right now. I built this website, helped chart the course and purchase plane tickets, mentioned a couple things that I’ve wanted to do (ref rugby and see Stirling Castle), made some headway into people to stay with along the way, and responded with “that’s cool, let’s do it!” to stuff Erin has suggested. But strangely I have mostly focused on somehow keeping normality in these waning days.
I was supposed to have had my last day of work last week, but I ended up extending it to today. The neatness of ending on the last day of June was undermined by the extra month of health insurance and two days paid vacation I would get for finishing up transition documents. And I have found people to care for my things so that I don’t have to permanently let them go (Apt, moto, car, kettlebell, guitar). I leave in 5 days and I haven’t even tried packing yet (I’ll let you know how that goes).
I wonder how this will effect our dynamic when we start our trip, I snap out of my trip denial and start throwing suggestions and alternate plans. But that’s why we’re keeping it loose, right? Right.
In other news - I’ve pretty much decided that I’m taking my favorite, ratty pair of sneakers as my every day shoes. We’ve concluded that while they will die on the voyage, we will give them a proper burial somewhere on the trek, and they will have known a glorious life. And I will hopefully find an equally rad pair of shoes.
-SB
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