So I'm sitting here in front of my monitor, staring at the clock. It's almost 3am. That means it's 9am in Warsaw. My mind is so scattered. At the thought of Warsaw, my jaw begins to tighten. It's the unconscious emotions eating away at my nerves. I've learned that there's no point in trying meditation. I just have to accept the fact that I am a jittery, anxious person.
So technically since it's already Saturday, just super early Saturday, I only have Sunday and most of Monday until I leave. Woah. When did this happen? I can still remember thinking back from London to the future about the upcoming semester and how it was going to be... then when I sat at Heathrow, in my dress amongst fellow travelers who had come to early and sat in solidarity babysitting their suitcases, i began my plotting of how I was going to spend my winter vacation back in my hometown of Warsaw. I was set. Determined. Unwavering. Now I sit here, waiting for it to be 11pm on Monday, the 28th of December.
I need myself to be in the car already. I need to be sitting and passing by Palac Kultury. I need to be amongst my family. I hate the waiting. The packing. The waiting. I hate the crossing-the-ocean part of the plane ride. I hate the waiting.
This is all my nerves speaking. But I'm just stuck sitting here... this truly is the worst part.
Now, it's 3:11am. I need to go shopping today. A bit more presents need to be bought for some other family members, and new shoes for myself, and new gloves. I need to still pack. Everything. And gift wrap it all.
And this was supposed to be a vacation?
