Tomorrow

Tomorrow we’re going to pay for the tickets. I still don’t have my leave approved, but at this point, I think the trip is vitally important for my mental health – and for Mark’s too.

George’s estate has finally settled, and so today Dad gave me the cheque which is my inheritance from his estate. It’s very sad, but I know he would want me to use the money for something important (like saving for our house), so tomorrow I’ll have a little moment of silent thanks for having known him, as I sign the deposit slip that will add significantly to our house fund.

It’s full steam ahead for holiday planning – thanks Kate for the hotel tips! Mark has agreed to plan our trip to Halong Bay, and I’ll book hotels in Bangkok and Hanoi. The rest we’ll do when we’re there, as I think (hope) that we’ll have enough time up our sleeves to take some risks.

It’s been so long since I’ve travelled, and really entrusted my safety and wellbeing to the universe, that I am a little apprehensive that I will remember how to do it. But then I remember my first days in Thailand as a little kid – being offered a choice of chilli soup and porridge for breakfast on our first morning. At six going on seven, I’d never had porridge, and it looked disgusting. I chose the chilli soup, and a large watermelon juice.

I made the right decision then, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be all right this time too. And Mark and I get to examine our relationship anew in the light of travelling together.

I can’t wait.