I’m off to West Aus and I feel like one of those fluffy pink Duracel bunnies in the adverts, all smiles with lots of energy and wide eyes, going really fast. I’ve been pretty fortunate really as I get to travel quite a bit, some years more than others and some trips longer than others but I still get the same old feelings every time I know I’m going away. These feelings consist of excitement, joy, guilt, anxiety with a bit of nervousness thrown in there somewhere but strangely enough the biggest one is panic, not panicking about flying or missing the flight, I panic about board selection and what’s best to take and it proper gets me down. As the what if’s go through my mind and reality that I actually have a baggage allowance and i have to lug the dam things half way round the world, boards fall by the wayside and my quiver slowly takes shape but it’s just getting there that’s the problem.
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