I’m off on my travels today to Amsterdam, and I’m trying not to get upset or think too much.
It may sound weird, but the person I’m going to miss the most is my stupid dog. I know! But, he’s constantly around me, and I go walking every-single-day with him, so it’s going to be a big deal to not have him running around after me and not going out every morning for our walks. Even not having him in the room at night time is going to tough.
I think it’s because my family know I’m going away, and it gives me a break from them, but Bruce doesn’t. I know he’s a stupid dog but I know he’s going to miss me. I’m trying to keep positive with the fact that he’s still at home and not put in the kennels where he doesn’t know anyone. He’ll still be sleeping in my room every night and I can look forward to his big ecstatic welcome when I get home. It’s just going to be hard.
I’m bringing my walking gear with me for Amsterdam, because there is no way I’m going a month without exercising [was going to bring my yoga mat- but space wouldn’t allow it].
My suitcase it on bursting point, I haven’t tried to close it yet. I have WAY too many tops! Here’s a list of what I can remember is in my suitcase:
- About 20 [it could be 15-20, I can’t remember] tops.
- 3 jeans [1 I’m wearing on the plane],
- 2 shorts
- Walking Gear
- 1 dress
- 1 trousers
- A swimsuit
- Black slacks
- 6 shoes….3 sandals, 2 doll shoes, runners and high-heels.
it seems okay, right? It is for a month. I have towels and products in there as well, but I skimped on the jewellery as I don’t exactly have room and I can’t bring my expensive things with me.
I’m also leaving behind my leather journal. It means too much to me and if I lost it while I was away I would never be able to forgive myself. I’m going to write everything on my laptop and when I get home, I’m going to transfer it all into the journal.
This is going to be my last post in Ireland. It’s just gone 6am and my flight is going out at 11:30am, so in the next three hours I’ve gotten changed, finished packing and be heading to the airport! I’m not nervous, I’m trying not tot think too hard and just go, or I’ll literally just scare the crap out of myself or burst into tears- it’s only an hour on a plane, I can always come home!