I'm not packed yet. Haven't even started.
I leave in two days. Actually, today is almost over, so I really have just ONE day left before I leave.
Now I know what Harry Potter felt like when he refused to pack even though Prof. Dumbledore wrote and asked him to be ready to leave the Dursleys' house by midnight.
I cannot believe that I'm actually leaving. I haven't even bought the shampoo(of all the things! :o) ) my friend asked me to get her!
My ticket's for the 24th. Confirmed and everything. I called and re-checked and showed my ticket to several people at work to make sure it was ok.
I leave on Thursday...
No OMGAWWDs or FUCCCCKIMACTUALLYGOING or anything.
I'm not feeling a thing.
Could be cos I'm worried about all the bomb threats and bad weather and everything that I figure something will stop me from going.
Or maybe it's something else ( which I won't get into).
Whatever it is... I'm just keeping my fingers crossed and wishing I had the will to pray. Hopefully it'll come to me.
PS: Last time I used that title (in my old blog)was over a year back, when I was leaving Delhi to come here, to Dxb.
So much has changed since! And yet, so little.