Morning's introspection

After five days of trying not to talk, my throat has finally lost that barbed wire sensation and my voice, though husky, can probably survive my next two shifts. Tonight I travel down for two weeks; this looks as though it may become real, and with it comes that sense of consequences and what-ifs.
( thinking about it )

Someday we'll go round the world

I'll make the journey so sublime,
I know you're not a travelling girl...
- Some nonsense by Scissor Sisters

Only I am a travelling girl of course, so I don't know why I feel this wobbly.

I'm almost all packed. Strange how different it feels this time, case instead of carry-all, contract all ready to rock and roll. Two weeks away, I'll be seeing friends and having such a good time, reunited with larians for his mum's and sister's birthdays, seeing more friends I hope, getting used to the work and ending up at the Beltane Bash. Like old times maybe. Can't be, can it? No such thing as going back really. I wonder if the London I recall has missed me? We shall see.

It should be like a fab holiday but somewhere in the gritty recesses of my packing head it feels serious and important. Perhaps it is the thought of 14 days away from the kitties, perhaps I am just surprised at the change.

See you in a fortnight, lj world. Try to stay out of trouble - remember what those cops told you;-)

Addendum: Why have I packed 4 pairs of shoes for two weeks?