Preperation

We are leaving for Wales on the 28th. Today is the 17th. Eleven days seems like a lot of time, but it isn't really. There is still so much to do and organize just to be prepared. Still, some of it is done. It's strange- I cannot wait to go, but every time I look out into the yard, I see some gardening job that I am worried will be done too late when I get back, or some other task that I feel as if I am abandoning.

I mean, I know I'll be ready when the time comes, but right now, Wales - the Wales of Dylan Thomas and Cader Idris and King Arthur all seems still too far off to be quite real. Even the red buses and bustle of London is only something I've read in a book, not yet immediate enough to be realized or processed.

In a strange way, what I am most looking forward to now is the moment when we are on the plane, seat belts fastened, doors locked, tray tables in an upright position- rising into the air. Too late for anyone to stop us or for turning back or worrying about grass seeding the yard or whose call I might miss at work. Packing and preparing all still too transient and able to be disrupted.
I want it to be too late for anything to happen.