2 days to go...

Two days before going on the trip.

Rushing around trying to get things done - things for the trip, things around the house, setting up things after I get back... Sleeping well is a luxury as I'm waking up really early in the morning and can't get back to sleep. Expectations - more from myself than anyone else - nip at my heels.

I'm a little more stressed than I thought I would be. More stressed and more tired. I can tell as my driving gets more aggressive and I get more agitated. My girlfriend kindly "reminds" me of that last night. (It doesn't help that many of the main arteries in Vancouver have reduced to single lane traffic due to 1) Skytrain construction, 2) condo developments and/or 3) sidewalk consturction (gentrification!) - honestly people! who the hell sits down to plan and give permits to these things...)

I realize that I'm losing the plot.

So, this morning I just lay in bed for awhile.

I think of who I am, where I am and all the things I've been given the privilege to do, to experience. I think of where I'm going, the people there and what rights and lives they don't have.

hmmm...

2 days to go.


a cynic is a spurned idealist