|Happiness is a state of mind. Cliché? Yes. Untrue? No.|
I'm so happy right now. Even though my room is a mess of clothes roughly classified into 'Clothes that fit' and 'Clothes that will fit again soon'. Listening to Jack Johnson, thinking about the beginning of the end of acne (according to my doc), thinking about a similar, more panicked scene 10 months 1 day ago; and a similar scene which will come to pass in a couple of months from now.
Packing. Clothes everywhere, strewn plastic wrappers of knick knacks freshly packed in a suitcase bigger than me, worrying about being on time, about good weather when I land, about nothing breaking inside, about perishable food not getting spoilt.
Looking forward to Brötchen on the plane (about which I blogged that one time), looking forward to Germany. To all that being there means to me.
A difficult goodbye, a familiar buzz, lots of green tea over 2 flights and then, the landing. And then? A new life.
Scary? Of course.
Exciting? Hell, yeah.