The night before the morning after... (or something)

January 26, 2005

With less than 12hrs until I need to be at Heathrow you might think that by now it would have sunk in that I'm leaving. It hasn't. It still feels strangely unreal. I don't think it will hit me until I'm actually there, with the sun on my face... sand at my feet... waves rolling up the beach... palm trees swaying in the tropical breeze...
OK, now I'm excited.
I trust you are all appropriately jealous.
HA!