The First Step

Dear Faith,

I have made that first step, it was kind of hard not to considering I am a bit of a financial hoarder but then I would believe you would be - paid for flights but deciding not to fly.

Flight was interesting considering my mother wanted me to take advantage of my small weight limit but never thought about how I would lift the hand luggage into the overhead compartment. Yes, I bat my eyes to any man taller than me. It's more about being able to lift the luggage over your head.

I have safely landed with no air-sickness. And for the first time, not being able to feel comfortable therefore no sleep. I powered through the rest of the day, I WILL NOT ADMIT TO DEFEAT!

At the moment, I have no idea how to tackle it all. I want to take my time but that isn't an option. And so I have decided to enjoy the so-called cool weather for a week just to adjust and see relatives. I have dogs to deal with...one in particular keeps wanting to kiss me, and of course mosquito which doesn't help when this dog keeps licking off my cream! Oh, the drama of it all.

When you don't know what you are doing, it's hard to maintain a frame of confidence when your relatives ask what you are doing, have I already got jobs planned. When in fact I have nothing. It's a bizarre way of doing things - no logic, in fact - but sometimes you got to be impulsive and just go with whatever. Another way of thinking is that each time they question my rationale to leave home for nothing, it tests (my sanity?) confidence.  See at the end of the day it's just words and how you want to see it...

Not-quite-jet-lagged.