It’s
D(eparture)-day minus 4 and I’m starting to get pretty excited /nervous about
the whole thing. I have had it before. Every trip whether it’s for 2 weeks or
for 6 months, I’m asking myself why the hell I do this to myself.
Why do I
leave my perfectly comfortable life behind to go wander around in some
godforsaken countries.Actually it
hasn’t been too bad so far. As I’m working full time until the day before
departure.