This time in six weeks we’ll be somewhere over the Atlantic. Jeepers. I’m starting to get excited.
Of course, I have been excited before now. I was excited when we first started thinking about the possibilities. I was excited when we finally, actually decided to do it on Steve’s 40th birthday. I was excited on the snowy January day when we bought tickets. But recently, I’ve been more anxious and overwhelmed than excited. Anxious and overwhelmed because there’s just so much to do before we go. Anxious and overwhelmed about the choices we’ve made and whether we’re doing the right thing.
But with six weeks until departure, I’m starting to let go of my anxieties. The plans are coming together. We’ve chosen an estate agent and our house will be on the rental market by the end of the week. We’ve got our final jabs tomorrow, which I’ll be deeply relieved to have dealt with. All our main flights are now booked, including the one home, and I’ve finally got round to booking a condo in Maui. Our meals are starting to take on a Ready Steady Cook quality as I try to use up all the random packets and tins hidden at the back of the cupboard. I’ve even set a date for a leaving party. Now I’ve just got to invite someone.
I know I say this every time we reach a random round number milestone, but six weeks really isn’t long, is it? Eeek. I’ve got an excited fluttery feeling in my chest and a big grin on my face.
Now, does anyone have any recipes for tinned pineapple?