In less than a week I will be flying off to Krygyzstan and China. My bag has been packed for...let's say...more than four weeks. I have been pretty excited, and I have played out my excitement and nervousness by being a bit 'anal' about my packing.
The other night my husband had a dream about me. Lovely hey? He told me that while I was overseas doing some work in a village one of my travelling companions had asked me for some notes. I pulled out my Lever Arch folders of uni notes I just 'happened' to pack in my suitcase, just in case they were needed.
I guess my packing and organising has leached over into the family life.
A friend of Chris' asked if I had prepared and labelled all the dinners for my family and put them in the freezer. Ummmm...no. That's not how we roll in our family. But I am hoping my children get vegetables while I am gone - sometimes I feel like the salad-pusher in our house.
I will miss my family terribly. But I think it is good to sometimes branch out from some of your life roles (muuuuuuuummmmmm) to concentrate on one thing - in my case this will be intrepid traveller, village visitor and speech pathologist being translated into Russian. My expectations are varied - I will see what the trip brings.
For the next few days I will be list making and final take off checking. My ski pants fit (yay!), my passport is stamped with a visa, and my pixie beanie is packed.
Onwards.
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