In about 24 hours, I’ll be flying back to Malaysia for a 2 month holiday. But when I say a two month holiday, I mean a two month planned excursion that severely limits my ability to apply for one of the most important things in my life and yet manage to miss all the things that I would have liked to do despite the fact I am on a well deserved vacation.
No, things aren’t really off to a good start. But I can take pleasure in knowing that I am at least heading somewhere. I know what I wanted and that’s enough to tell me what’s standing in the way. If there is any justification to the constant bouts of problems that stand in front of me, it’s in knowing that I made the choices to do what I know I want to do and I’m content with because of it. Few people can actually say that about their life, especially when they are in their mid-twenties.
So here is to 2 months of fun in between the crisis and responsibilities that I have to deal with from a distance. Let it not be said that it isn’t my life and one that I do handle best if it didn’t contain the many zany events that would drive a normal person to the point of clinical insanity. Just be thankful that this is my life and your entertainment and not the other way around.
That being said, I’ll run along now to do some last minute checks on what I packed. The next time I write something down, I’ll be doing in on the other side.
Damn. There isn’t any impact in this ending either.