Terror and excitement, mingled with a warm sense of self-righteousness.
It’s tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I’m going to Marrakech. By myself. I’m going to get up at around seven, get to the train station for quarter past nine and then I’m off - I’m travelling 1531.07 miles across the world to a sprawling city of sights, sounds and smells I’ll have never seen, heard or breathed in before. The very thought itself is exhilarating, but there’s still the concern that just about anything could go wrong.
I really, just can’t put into words my state of mind at the moment.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, I’ve got a telephone job interview in three hours. I’m more worried about that, if I’m honest.
Posted: | Wednesday, 1st July at 12:20pm. | Send to Instapaper |
