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For the past few weeks, I haven't really been excited about going to London. Sure there was the countdown and everything, but there weren't any 'heart pops out of chest' kind of excitement. Perhaps I was a little concerned about the growing terrorist problem in London, and maybe flying 14 hours alone plus navigating a foreign airport all on my own is a little scary. I've never travelled alone before, especially not halfway around the world. Yet last night, I dreamt about checking in at the airport [and there was a weird part where I was looking for my Mom in the toilet]. Then when I woke up and found it was still a mite early to get out of bed, I went back to sleep and I dreamt of being at the airport looking for the departure gate. Well, if that isn't subconscious compressed excitement, I don't know what is. In 18 days I'll be in a whole new continent! The last time I ever stepped foot out of the continent was when I went to Australia in 1995. That was a long time ago. And so, excitement mounts. I was watching Friends a few nights back, and there was this episode where the gang travels to London for Ross' wedding. Joey was extremely excited about everything British and he even has this big map where certain landmarks were popout paper models. I was thinking "That could be ME [sans goofy map]!" I'm going to London!!