It’s that feel when you count backwards and the kill previous numbers that symbolize the distance from where you are and where you will be.
Damn, those are some intense emotions.
Happiness, anxiousness, sadness. All at the same time.
Six days from now I’ll be home-bound to a sand-made city that is Dubai with my familia greatly anticipating my return. And I can’t be anything but ecstatic. I’ve been gone for half a year; the longest time I’ve been away from home. But that’s wrinkled gossip I don’t need to elaborate.
As I cross out the remaining dates on my calendar my heart skips a beat. I’ve packed about over 6 times; contemplating on what to bring as gifts and who else to give presents to. Working extra shifts to save up for a later trip to Toronto. Planning checklists for various summer activities. Going round and about the humble ends of Peg City to milk more stories and experiences that I could bag along my trip.
Summer will be awsm.
So close, very close. Almost there..
SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Don’t Move by Phantogram