C'est la vie

I'm emotionally exhausted from packing up all my belongings and unpacking them again.

I'm sick of departure lounges and check out stands, sick out the sinking feeling you get when taking off, sick of boarding planes, trains and coaches, sick of having to say goodbye, sick of change, sick of feeling homesick and sick of having to leave places and people I got to know and got attached to.

I know it's something I have to do as it's a future investment and it's the right thing to do, but at the moment it means having to say goodbye to my family and friends, it means waking up and not being used to the the bed you woke up in. It means feeling lonely despite not actually being alone, feeling emotionally lost and completely exhausted.

I know it will all pay off but right now I'm tired. I want to sleep in my bed at home and I don't want to leave it any time soon.

The irony, however, is that in less than 48 hours I'll be doing exactly that - packing up my shit and boarding another plane. C'est la vie.