Pre holiday anticipation
It’s 2pm on Saturday, at 10pm tonight I fly to London.
Last night I stayed the night at the beach, and arrived home at midday today.
Am I organised? Heck no!
Have I packed ? Heck no!
Am I stressed ? Heck no!
I am in total holiday mode, after a night of sunset drinks like this, how could I be anything but happy.
How could I race back home to pack on a winters day like this?
I am a last minute packer -(clearly) it’s what I have always done.
My theory – so long as i have a credit card and a bikini what more do I need:)
My style of packing well it certainly isn’t for everyone and as much as I stress people out when I tell them I pack the night before, the thought of packing a week or more before a trip stresses me beyond belief!
To say I am excited would be an understatement yet leaving such a beautiful country well I am a ridiculously lucky and spoilt girl.
So as I type excitedly, I realize I have a friend coming over in twenty minutes, I am not packed, I still have washing to do, and I wouldn’t have it any other way
The holiday anticipation and chaos is all part of the appeal to me, the sense of the unknown (like when I open my suitcase at the other end and wonder what I threw in last minute ) the upcoming adventure has the potential to send me into a giddy state of being,
So my friends stay tuned for upcoming adventures as I travel around Europe for the next month in the most illogical manner:)