So here I am, 2am NZST and I have to get up for work in only 5 hours. Yet here I am, writing to the internets, contemplating whether it’s safe to travel to Nigeria alone. And if I did go to Nigeria, where else should I go on the trip if I only had a month off work to do it.
As the rain falls outside my bedroom window and the moon is lost amid the clouds, now more than ever I feel like I live up to my reputation as a dreamer. Yet, why is it that my dreams keep me up at night.
No doubt this trip will be all kinds of incredible, but I wish that my mind would choice more respectable hours to contemplate what I should pack and specifically how it should be packed and the precise number of snaplock bags and hair ties I should bring.
Just ramblings this evening sorry folks, needed to get it out of my system before I try for the 47th time tonight to get some sleep.
