For the last 2 months I've been reaching for the button but it's been too hard to get to with a demanding new job and uni work flooding in.
But I've finally found a gap in my busy schedule at the start of next month to escape the city and go back to my roots for a few days.
Although it's only a couple of weeks away I feel like I have a mountain to climb before I can step onto that plane.
Final exams, new ventures pertaining to work and the slow and tedious task of removing you from my life.
Sometimes we strut and allude confidence in every step we take and sometimes we flail.
This part of my life is called flailing and it mostly has to do with the fact that I cannot, no matter how hard I try switch off from life.
Ok, ok It aint all bad. Only 18 days, 3 exams, 4 essays, 1 dentist appointment, approximately 12 days of work and 432 hours left until I'm on that plane.
4 days later...
*Flight JQ709 Sydney to Sunshine Coast is now boarding*
I'm so tired I can barely see my hand in front of my face. There is nothing keeping me here. Thats a lie, everything is keeping me here. I'm in the midst of my final exams, a new job and three major events to attend. I can't leave Sydney right now.
My phone vibrates, its you.
"Are you ok??"
No, I'm not ok I think to myself. I need to go home, if only for a day. I need to find my equilibrium. I need to escape The Dirthouse, get away from the girls, get away from my life and get out of my fucking head.
*Final boarding call for flight JQ709 Sydney to Sunshine Coast*
I pick up my work handbag - the only piece of luggage I've got and walk forward towards the departure gate.
14 days, 3 exams, 4 essays, 1 dentist appointment and 7 days of work premature I press it
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