Travel Anxiousness

Getting specific cards, adapters, pieces of paper, cases for my luggage and stuff, cases for laptops, cases for small stuff, cases for cases in of themselves. This is just a fraction of the stuff i have to get before embarking on the Harlow trip.

and the preliminary anxiety surprises me. I've done travel on much calmer runs of preparation. I guess this is just a much bigger jump in comparison to any distance i've traveled before. I'm not sure how the others are handling it, but i'm guessing they have the same worries and troubles, too. It's a very terrific, yet unsettling feeling of facing some sort of whirlwind of seismic changes, a life that i have so deeply made here in Corner Brook, just snapped off for a bit. It's hard leaving so much behind that i'm completely responsible for. Pets, The Apartment, car, and then the people i know. So many folks that i usually meander with in the summers i just won't see for some time.

Perhaps it's with this inevitable, strange divide now that i feel so much resonance with where i am right now. I've never been to harlow, only having witnessed it on Google Maps (Maybe seen a few streets of london with google street view). Part of me is intrigued by the Harlow Experience, yet a good part of me still wishes to remain here. It's as if i'll never return or ever get to see the people i've met and still linger onto over the last 3 years.

heck, i know i will. I know that i'll end up back where i started. I'm just sure that this will be quite the ride.

okay, had to let out some of those thoughts and thought this would be the best place for that. It's tough encompassing all of these many crazy mental states and feelings into a short, walk-by expression to represent how i actually feel on travelling. Now i can just hand out a URL to people. Nothing says humble and vocal like a slip of paper with this on it:

http://markadamsinharlow.blogspot.com/

maybe i'll nod, too.

okay i'm off to read. bye.