Wake on up from your slumber

I am currently nursing two very sore upper arms. I got my vaccinations done today. What a horror. But I’m glad it is over. They gave me my 2-year overdue second dose of Hepatitis A magic, typhoid and influenza jabs. However much I hate looking at needles half sunk into my flesh, the last one was no doubt quite welcome, seeing as to how I had been down with the influenza no less than 3 times last year. I was also prescribed a test dose of anti-malaria pills. I am gonna feel like (and in fact, will be) a drug user for the next year. A very disciplined one at that; I will need to pop the pill exactly once a week!

Anyway, my main point is, it is slowly but definitely beginning to sink in. That I will soon be leaving the comfort of home and the pleasurable albeit slightly unfulfilling lifestyle of the past month or so. This week is a week of many ‘lasts’, which is what is making me feel somewhat down and sick in the stomach. I didn’t realise it until today, when I was sitting perfectly still in Starbucks finishing off Choon’s book. Her book was a delightful walk through days of yore, but despite my occasional bursts of laughter at the text, my heart still felt heavy.

And then I realised: I am having pre-departure jitters.

I might have gone and returned home several times before, but never have I set off for a third world country to call my home. And I might be whimpering now, but I think I am going to get so much more than I would ever deserve whilst I’m there.

And I should be thankful that I am still relatively near home and not heading halfway across the world to South America or something (though I would like to one day).

You see, I am already dreaming of where to next. I know I am going to love it.