We're planning to go to Australia this year.
By planning I mean we bought Qantas tickets and have already put down money for accommodations.
I'm so overly excited...to the point of being obsessive.
I also have a lot of anxiety about the whole thing.
I'm always a bit nervous about traveling, but I think maybe this time the nervousness is more intense.
And I'm feeling horribly superstitious. That's why I keep saying things like we're planning to go to Australia rather than we're going to Australia.
It's also one of the reasons I cut back from blogging. I fear talking about it too much will jinx me, and it's hard to talk about Australia without talking about the trip.
I worry that the trip isn't going to happen. Or it will happen, but it won't be as good as the 2007 and 2009 ones.
I want it to be fantastic...close to perfect.
But what if my desire for perfection makes me too uptight and I fail to have fun? Or what if I drive Tim and Jack nuts, so much that they end up hating the holiday and hating Australia?
I'm anxious about posting this.
Will I be jinxing myself?
Or am I close to being mentally deranged and posting this is a step in my recovery?
Anyway.....
Yesterday I was thinking of time.
I thought about how I wished the time leading up to our trip would go by super fast. (I want to be in Australia NOW).
I want the time on the airplane to go by even faster.
Then I want our time in Australia to go by extremely slow. I want our few weeks there to feel like a lifetime.
Well...uh...I mean in a good way. I don't want us stuck out in the bush somewhere—hot and thirsty, feeling like each torturous minute is an hour. That would suck.
By planning I mean we bought Qantas tickets and have already put down money for accommodations.
I'm so overly excited...to the point of being obsessive.
I also have a lot of anxiety about the whole thing.
I'm always a bit nervous about traveling, but I think maybe this time the nervousness is more intense.
And I'm feeling horribly superstitious. That's why I keep saying things like we're planning to go to Australia rather than we're going to Australia.
It's also one of the reasons I cut back from blogging. I fear talking about it too much will jinx me, and it's hard to talk about Australia without talking about the trip.
I worry that the trip isn't going to happen. Or it will happen, but it won't be as good as the 2007 and 2009 ones.
I want it to be fantastic...close to perfect.
But what if my desire for perfection makes me too uptight and I fail to have fun? Or what if I drive Tim and Jack nuts, so much that they end up hating the holiday and hating Australia?
I'm anxious about posting this.
Will I be jinxing myself?
Or am I close to being mentally deranged and posting this is a step in my recovery?
Anyway.....
Yesterday I was thinking of time.
I thought about how I wished the time leading up to our trip would go by super fast. (I want to be in Australia NOW).
I want the time on the airplane to go by even faster.
Then I want our time in Australia to go by extremely slow. I want our few weeks there to feel like a lifetime.
Well...uh...I mean in a good way. I don't want us stuck out in the bush somewhere—hot and thirsty, feeling like each torturous minute is an hour. That would suck.
