“All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye”
Well my bags aren’t completely packed yet, as you can see. And I’m not standing outside anyone’s door at the moment. Nor will I be waking up anyone to say goodbye. I am giddy about the trip tough.
I have most of my things packed. I have a few shirts and a pair of trousers that are being ironed and maybe some more stuff that I have to put into another bag. I will also be taking this laptop and charger with me. Bought some medicines because my sinusitis is still raging a winning battle with me and I hate to fall ill during my stay in Chennai. I will be taking a 12:20 pm flight and am expected to be there by 13:30 or so. It isn’t a long flight at all and I will have to take a taxi from the airport to my booked room at the company provided service apartments. Shame they can’t come and pick me up as it is a city I haven’t been too (well, once when I was 3 or 4 years old but that doesn’t count).
I haven’t been on a plane since 1988 and that part is exciting. Chennai is a great city to be in and I am looking forward to that as well. But I have this depressing feeling about something else, something I cannot quite post about yet. I hope that it will be ok in a while. Maybe this trip is what I need at the moment. Who knows?
I just hope there aren’t any motherfucking snakes on the plane! Or that we don’t get abducted by aliens! Or taken over by terrorists! Or ….