The countdown has begun, and with it, an inner tingling that consists of a cup of anticipation with a tablespoon of fear, a couple of tablespoons of anxiety, a teaspoon of worry, and a good measure of disbelief. The next time i lay down in a bed, i will be in Bangkok.
I comprehend the words and can even imagine the bed, but, really, i still don’t understand time travel. Right now, it’s dinner time in Bangkok, and i will arrive way past my bedtime tomorrow. International travel is a real miracle.
At this moment, i am here, at home, listening to my sweetie sigh in his sleep. Home: where life is familiar.
And very, very soon, i launch into the unfamiliar.