In less than 24 hours I will be in Prague, and I really wish that I was excited. After all, it's supposed to be gorgeous and it might even snow! But the only thought running through my head is that I am tired and want to return to my real life.
I function much better on stability than tumultuous adventure and breezing from place to place. This holiday period I will have stayed in four different beds intermittently, which doesn't sound like much, but it feels like I haven't really found a base. The floor of my bedroom has become the graveyard for half unpacked bags and there is another suitcase waiting to be packed in the hallway.
I am someone who needs to be settled.
I am someone who needs a centre, an internal and external point of stability.
And although I know Prague is going to be great, I just need more than anything to go back to a consistent reality.
Just ten days before I go home to Canterbury and slip back into normality. I can cope with ten more uncertain days.
Maybe the excitement will hit me tomorrow when I stand in the terminal clutching my Czech koruna and my tiny little hand luggage bag. Maybe. Call me in 24 hours and I'll let you know.
