Almost there…

Only 11 days away from my trip to London, and my dog decided my itinerary looks tasty enough for him to it. So long, Mr. Intinerary. As I started planning this trip almost a year ago, i had  a lot of ideas and stuff i’ve planned, now inexistent, la foto (1)because i’m pretty much an idiot. Why would i have only one copy of that thing?

Say it with me; because Clemence is an idiot. 

So now, i’m having to rearrenge so much, i have to find the previous drafts of the itinerary and try to remember all the stuff i ended up adding…

Maybe now i’ll be able to include a visit to the Summer in the City convention, there are some booktubers i wanna meet (Actually only one is very critical, one of them, i really need to meet, my blood is screaming for it).

Oh, please ignore my stupidity. I just have so much to do now that the trip is so close, i find it stressful and wonder why do people even like to travel. Like, all i do before i go to sleep is think about the possibilities of the airplane falling from the sky leading the passengers to certain death. I had to ask my sister to burn all my notebooks if something happens to me.

Seriously, if i die i don’t want my family to know the stuff i wrote on them. My personal stuff…

By morning my fears seem irrational, yeah, but by night they are all i can think about and then i can’t sleep. Because i keep imagining the nothingness of death and me lying on the coffin, rotting for good.4

Yeah, have i told you i’m a dramatic person?

Well, I am.

For instance, right now, an accident seems plausible, and all i can think is how many books i won’t be reading, how many shows i won’t get the chance to watch… and somehow i find it sad. But yet, i’m not thinking about the people how know me, my family… i wonder if anyone outside of my close family would care…

No, stop. I came here to talk about happy stuff, trips to London and Cardiff, the Making of Harry Potter, Stonehenge (maybe), the change of guard, a chill in the mornings, a little rain on August… on AUGUST.

Yeah… i’m suffering this summer very much, thank you for caring, so the Londonese Weather will be a bless. As i don’t plan on being much outside, i don’t care for the rain (in a bad way..). Pretty awesome really.

The only problem i find myself having really (first world problem) is th fact that i won’t be able to read much. My sister told me not to take books with me.. after all i’ll be out all day, yeah, but before bed? … i really wanted to take some book with me, i’ll be there two whole weeks after all, i cannot not read for that long. I thought i could buy books there actually (which would be awesome) but i don’t know… maybe i’ll take a list of books i may want and then buy some when i’m there…? my tbr list is so extense (about 300 books) that i won’t be able to rememeber all.

Man, i’m never finishing that list.

By the way, I’m also planning on leaving some stuff here …

I have no idea what was i talking about…

Somany things to do, so little time! I’ll better be going, … i have so much to prepare!

On a train

I really like trains, they are not only faster than buses, they are also, so much comfortable. Also, they will always bring me home. Almost every place I’ve lived in, since moving from my parents’s house was one trip by train away. This meaning also that getting away was one trip by train away… Trains always make me nostalgic, as they stop in places i wish to forget or come back to… So many places…
Today i left work early and went to the train station, i can’t wait to get home already, because only where my mom is, there’s home for me. I could live anywhere but those places wouldn’t be home and they never will.
I’m five stations away now, half an hour and all the crap i had this week will go away. All the unfinished businesses, the promises i made to myself and didn’t go through with, the fight i had with my sister last Monday(she still isn’t talking to me), all gone. That’s the wonder of going home.
I will be free once again, have all my stuff, hug my family, poke my dog until he looks at me as if he wished i went away. I missed them so much, many times i wonder how am I even doing it.
There’s this pal i work with, she loves her family but she doesn’t like going visit, and I’m like HOW? All i want is to be close to home. Actually i don’t visit much because i always suffer from homesickness after i go back to my apartment, and i find it difficult to get over it after, so next week will be really hard on me. But hey, I get to see the only people i kept in touch with ever.
Also, i will be bringing books with me when I get back to my apartment, instead of keep on buying (yeah right, it will stop me from buying more books…) which means at least I’ll be a little less bored/alone. Or so i hope.
Now, going back to talking about the train, … I’m getting a little worried because it started smelling like a gas station here, and it wasn’t like it before… I hope everything is fine. Gosh, I hope everything is okay with the train.
Two stations away now, and my mom called to tell me she’ll wait for me at the station. She never does it. It’s a nice thing to do. I’m getting excited.
I can’t wait to smell the sea from home. We live two streets from the sea, and seeing the Sun setting on the horizon is one of the most beautiful things ever. The sun is already setting down today, so i guess i won’t make it to see the sun disappearing from the living room window.
I hope tomorrow I’ll make it.
Next stop is home.
I don’t know what I wanted to say today, i was just wandering i guess, i just couldn’t keep on reading, i woke up really early and I’m tired, really tired.
People talking, everywhere, talking but for once the noise isn’t unbearable as it always is.
Today is a fine day,
Today is a good day to go home.