Preface to a Journey

For the last year I have been in countdown mode. 364 days left in 2006, seven months until January, 2.5 months until we give notice, 769 hours until our plane taxies out of JFK, 45 minutes until this week is over.. yeah, ok, you get the idea.

It all started with a phone call from Trish with Right to Play, a quick google search and a five minute conversation in *P4 about volunteering in Africa with Denise.

Since then the 'conversation' developed in to reality, changed a million times and twice more just cause ..and eventually took shape. Our 25 minute car ride in and out twice daily was suddenly filled with inane babble - at times reaching hysterical giddy laughter - this place, that place, every place, anything travel and most things Africa.

We (um, for future when I say WE I am referring to Denise and I.. except when I'm not) had to issue a "travel talk ban" upon ourselves for a whole month, because we were driving each other crazy. It only kinda worked.

Not wanting to have a strict "plan" led us to Gabe who sourced our flight for us and he become temporarily known as our Travel God. Really. We called him that for awhile.

(Side Note: HE convinced us to buy a one-way ticket to Bangkok and then wing it and so we did and if this fails and we are denied entry in to the country or get stuck spending millions on flights I will blame it on HIM entirely and he will have to pay us back out of his dining out budget which is rather ridiculously high anyway. Just sayin' dude. It's all on you now).

I guess stay tuned if you want. Or not. I really don't care. Because I will not be at my desk in my office doing work stuff day in and day out. : )

Or actually. In 3 months and 3 days. Crap.