I'm suffering with Half and Half Syndrome. Yikes.
See, I'm neither fully in the UK nor am I fully in Greece (as is evident owing to the distinct lack of good quality feta and watery tomatoes).
All the wisdom in the world tells me to stay with the moment, fully embrace the here and now.... and yet......
I keep catching myself doing mental packing (as in having the images in my head prior to the event rather than any other, although D Day will see a fairly large amount of the other). I rewrite lists of what I need to buy. I keep imagining how I'm going to be feeling as I'm driving through France and Italy (I'm v much looking forward to it). I am having pidgin Greek conversations in my head (my grammar is perfect when I converse with myself) and lying on beaches... and drying wild oregano..... and.... and.....!
Don't get me wrong. I am incredibly happy to be in the UK. I had forgotten how amazing it is to be here in Spring, which is ridiculous as I've had 43 of them. Weird how it always surprises me still. I was driving to work this morning (other work) and was loving the burgeoning fullness of everything. I was looking at the countryside as if I were a Greek who had grown up with olive trees and cypresses and thinking about how gorgeous our trees are, how verdant our countryside is. It really is truly amazing and yet I still have the urge to think ahead, to wish the time away, to plan and plot.
I know (theoretically) better. Not enjoying the moment and fast forwarding to the next event - not great. I know that.
Maybe it's just a question of old-fashioned acceptance. Maybe not only do I have Half and Half Syndrome, but also Extreme Humanism....
Sigh....
Ah well, only 2 weeks and 3 days until I goooooooo....
See, I'm neither fully in the UK nor am I fully in Greece (as is evident owing to the distinct lack of good quality feta and watery tomatoes).
All the wisdom in the world tells me to stay with the moment, fully embrace the here and now.... and yet......
I keep catching myself doing mental packing (as in having the images in my head prior to the event rather than any other, although D Day will see a fairly large amount of the other). I rewrite lists of what I need to buy. I keep imagining how I'm going to be feeling as I'm driving through France and Italy (I'm v much looking forward to it). I am having pidgin Greek conversations in my head (my grammar is perfect when I converse with myself) and lying on beaches... and drying wild oregano..... and.... and.....!
Don't get me wrong. I am incredibly happy to be in the UK. I had forgotten how amazing it is to be here in Spring, which is ridiculous as I've had 43 of them. Weird how it always surprises me still. I was driving to work this morning (other work) and was loving the burgeoning fullness of everything. I was looking at the countryside as if I were a Greek who had grown up with olive trees and cypresses and thinking about how gorgeous our trees are, how verdant our countryside is. It really is truly amazing and yet I still have the urge to think ahead, to wish the time away, to plan and plot.
I know (theoretically) better. Not enjoying the moment and fast forwarding to the next event - not great. I know that.
Maybe it's just a question of old-fashioned acceptance. Maybe not only do I have Half and Half Syndrome, but also Extreme Humanism....
Sigh....
Ah well, only 2 weeks and 3 days until I goooooooo....
