Off.

Off to the world that surrounds me.

Off to the sky, high up above.

Off to a far distant land.

Espana.

Spain.

Vacation.

Fucking holy hell, it’s been a year and a much much deserved break.

The year’s been challenging, but I think I’ve had worse.

We’ve been trudging along on this project and there’s some semblance of it being finished that brightens my mood.

Stress will always be there, but it’s not this pressing damage that I feel.

There’s not hovering pressure to get things right, especially when it comes to SharePoint.

The migration is going, and I’ve moved quite a few sites.

It’s trudging along and there aren’t any slowdowns or issues.

I dropped Pickles off this morning and my flight isn’t until 6:25.

Mom and my bro won’t arrive until 3pm, but I am to be at the airport around 2 or 2:30 to just chill, grab some food, and make sure that I get through security and get our tickets without any issues.

I like to plan, get there early so I can deal with any problems.

It should be simple and easy to get the ticket, but I’m paranoid.

I hate stressing.

So, I’m just chilling.

Load up on some podcasts or might even start a book. Do something different. No idea.

Just chill.

Spain.

I have no expectations.

I don’t know what to expect.

All I know is that I’m excited to go. I’m excited to explore and chill with mom for a European vacation.

There are some worries about what’s planned and how much mom can do and walk.

She’s healthy.

She should be fine.

I’ll try and control my annoyance. I have no patience for a lot of things, and I know those are things that I need to work on.

Things to work on.

That’s my life.

The story of my life.

So many many things to work on.

I want to experience their food.

I want to experience their wine.

Traveling is all about experiences.

I buy experiences.

I don’t buy things.

Waste of money.

Trinkets and things are objects that your joy for will eventually fade.

Experiences are ingrained in your body, your soul; leaving you with a deep impression and nostalgic memories.

I still remember my time in China. The awe of my first international trip.

I remember the joy and foreign-ness of Tokyo and its magical neon and all things Japanese.

I remember the pang in my heart of seeing the country where I was born but have no memories of. The joy and wonder of seeing the old family house or being the old village that my parents and family grew up in.

Travel.

Experience.

Joy.

Spain.

I didn’t plan the trip.

I didn’t plan any of the European trip.

My bro did.

I’m okay with all the things that we’re doing.

Museums.

Art.

Culture.

Things to pass the time. Things to do to explore and experience what Spain is.

I look forward to it.

I look forward to the food.

I know my bro got things all mapped out on food and such.

I hope my mom would be okay with everything.

I hope my mom would be game.

I hope my mom could keep up.

But we shall see.

If not, we’ll amend.

We’ll adjust.

Life is just adjustments here and there.

I’m off.

I’m glad.

Vacation.

Much deserved.

Bring it.