All The Small Things

    In the lead up to my BIG adventure, it's about the little things.

 

    Upon checking the weight allowance of my suitcase I was pleasantly pleased totally excited to discover I have a two piece luggage plan, which means I can bring home an entire suitcase full of shopping. I'm not saying I will, just that I can. And even better? My sister said I can have one of the suitcases she took over, which actually used to be our mum's. I guess it'll be like The Sisterhood of the Travelling Suitcase. I've never seen The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, but based on the title it sounds like a bunch of girls share the same pair of pants.

 

    At the moment it's also about the finer details, like double checking flight times. I'd hate to miss a flight or have an awkwardly early airport arrival. It's standard that I'll arrive far earlier than necessary which will be somewhat awkward, but I'd like to avoid extreme awkwardness. I've also been checking what I can take on the plane. According to the websites I've visited, aerosoles are not okay in my carry on, but are okay in my checked luggage. Explosives and deadly chemicals, on the other hand, are not okay in any of my luggage. Looks like I'll be leaving the fireworks at home.

 

    It's also about the small number of days until I leave - 6.58333333 days if you want to be exact.* Small talk this week could go a little like this...

Friend/Acquaintance/Frenemy/Relative/Colleague/Customer: "Are  you doing anything next week?"
"Oh, you know, just going to America," I will casually (yeah... completely casually) reply.

 

Questions like "What are you up to next week?" and "Got anything on next week?" would also elicit the same response.

 

    It's also about my smalls. Yes, literally my underwear. I can't forget to pack a sufficient amount like when I went to New Caledonia. There I go blogging about my unmentionables again.

    Right now life is also about those small moments of clarity on stage. Hidden beneath the intense make-up, the performance face and practised choreography at my dance concert yesterday was the realisation I get to experience the same immense and unique joy of dancing on the other side of the world.

    Sometimes it's the little things that make the biggest difference.

*The figure stated was not even exact at the time of posting because the post took a little longer to write than previously anticipated.