It's amazing how slowly I wrote the numbers 1 to 100 down on a piece of paper, and then how quickly I filled the spaces next to them. I call it "The List." What I mostly hate about the list is that it's never finished. It's only added to, or moved on to the next list before all 100 items of business are completed. "Send in VISA application," "Complete final paperwork," "Organize Pub Night Fundraiser." The list goes on. I have anxiety about the list.

 

Yesterday, the skies were not blue. The sun did not grace us with its presence and the weather did not hug my skin. T'was a dark grey outside

and the air was sweating. The clouds looked angry and I felt a deep uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. It started to come up and up... I was thinking about the list.

 

There are 29 days left before I leave and 100 things to do. I'm almost worn out. I'm almost overwhelmed. But not quite. I just want to thank everyone who's helping me out, especially with my pub night. I want to thank everyone who's helping support me financially while I'm away. I want to thank my friends for getting so excited everytime I talk about my trip, to remind me not be so stressed out. Mostly, I want to thank my parents for having my back. I know that whatever I don't complete on the list, they got it covered. I told myself I could do it without their help this time. Sometimes though, all I need is the reassurance that if everything falls through, they're only most happy to help. So thank you everyone. Thanks for reading this blog.