So, it's done. Almost. Only missing a few things. But my backpack is finally packed again. Ready for new adventures. It's always a special feeling to see it fill up with my belongings. The restless spirit that lives inside me is awakened and allowed to come out. It crawls in my skin and spreads to all parts of my body. The excitment and anticipation. The just perfect level of nerves. Will everything go smoothly? Will I have enough money (this time this is a major worrie)? Will our luggage make it all the way with us? Will it will be as perfect as I've dreamt it would be? I love it. I truly love it. Every feeling. Cause it's also that small feeling of not wanting to go. I know, it's crazy. But it's such a hassel, dragging that backpack everywhere. Leaving the comfortable life of getting to sleep in my own bed. It would be so much easier to just lean back and do nothing. But then again, if I did that I wouldn't be me. And I am excited. I am happy. I am glad. I am soon on my way again. Toward new adventures and new stories to tell. New things to see. New people to run in to. I cannot wait. But there is always a slight sadness present. Because in this case, even though I will come back to Guadalajara in four weeks time, things will not be the same. Wonderful friends will have left us to our own destinies. Good bye's are never fun.
But we will meet again. And everything is going to work out for all of us. We will reach our goals and make our dreams come true.
And just to make clear, the picture is not taken here in Guadalajara but in my room in Nottingham just before I took off to meet Malin to head to the airport and fly down to Spain. I do not have carpet here. I would almost prefer carpet to the cold cold tiles that we have here....
