The Wayward Wishlist

This has been the most mundane slab of annual leave ever – a total waste really – but it can’t be helped, so.. moving forward! I’m always at odds with myself about to what extent I should just not care, and then on the end end of it, how practical/sensible I’m supposed to me. Of course I want to be frivolous and spontaneous, but one really does get fed up with running out of money halfway through each month and reverting to peasant lifestyle until you finally get an text from the bank letting you know the pay is in. Phew! I see it as a necessary sacrifice, sometimes you have to drill it low-key to allow for other times to be.. high-key.

I have Bangkok tomorrow – and a perfectly timed one at that (which can make an enormous difference). By the time we reach the hotel it should be about 9 on a Friday night. I have to do something! Here’s hoping it’s something out on the town, but if none of the crew are going out then at least Chatuchuk the next day.

Marylou, the Italian girl from my training batch (who left Etihad last year) has been telling me about the dance music festivals in Europe coming up that’s she’ll be going to. I could literally weep with excitement.. it’s those massive electronic music gatherings that I’ve been wanting to go to since forever, since before I was conceived in fact (really, uh-huh). Several of the huge commercialized ones are coming up next month – Nature One on 5th-7th Aug near FRA, and Creamfields on Aug 29-30, near MAN. I am near-delirious waiting for my roster now, and chiding myself for not finding out the dates sooner and requesting days off at the right time. I could book a flight in like 25 seconds and in 6 hours I would be at either of those places (at least the closest airport). So close and yet so far. I am going to manipulate the beejesus out of my August schedule and make something work for me. Marylou is going to Nature One, so that’s my priority for sure. And I’m still trying to make the Ibiza trip happen.

I detest the phrase.. but.. I have serious FOMO. I always have this feeling like time is running out. Odd. :\