May 7, 2009 1.15 a.m.
Its less then 24 hours to go and again, i'm feeling the usual mix of fear, sadness at leaving home, some excitement, and anticipation.
Always, the feeling strikes when i'm packing my bags (on the last night - i am an organised person), packing up my room for some future months of emptiness, saying my goodbyes, getting into the car beside the garden, smelling the fragrant flowery scent in the early hours of dew-ey morning. Tomorrow i have a midnight flight. So it will be the same, leaving at 6 or 7 at dusk with the light veil of darkness and the fragrant perfume of flowers, watching the gate close and driving off.
