Procrastination

And so I procrastinate. As I suspected I would. Instead of packing boxes I am back here. Writing. But in an effort to be productive I'll make this a short one.

I have six days left. That's right. Six.

It's starting to hit home exactly what I'm doing here. The gravity of the situation. I am leaving behind a great deal of things and people. A great deal of safety and security. Things I once didn't value that highly, but things that only years of apathy can bring to be comforts; I feel like I am throwing myself in the deep end. There is a fear of change that was once not there, rather, it was relished.

I do relish change. This is something of myself that I recently rediscovered, I didn't even know that I had lost it. It's like a flame was re-lit, or rather, that small candle of a plan I lit late last year has grown into a proper fire. It's all quite exciting. I am going to do this.

So here I come Korea. I am indeed packing my bags (first pack underway as we speak actually). I think I need to pack my bags rather than my boxes as yet. I need everything necessary available and then - and only then - will I start dismantling the parts of my life which are normal.

Everything is very quickly going to change, and become un-normal.

I do have a hankering to finish Resident Evil 5 though. I'm almost there...

Maybe later.