The days have just flown by, and I’m having trouble
comprehending the fact, that I’m here for almost a week already. I needed a
couple of days to put my body and mind back together, though, so that might
have something to do with my inability to keep up with which day it is.
Starting my new job after months of having a baby’s schedule
(as in, I forgot what a fixed schedule even looks like), the change hit my face
like a truck. From getting up in the morning (5:30AM is not the most pleasant
hour for my system) to working throughout the whole day, coming back home at
20:00 many times and just hitting the bed, falling back in any other life
tasks, to picking up every virus and disease that kids brought, it was (and
still is) a lot to take. Working with kids of such a young age makes you
appreciative of simple facts, like, how adults usually don’t sneeze directly in
your face.
My mind was so full and I was so busy, I ended up packing
for Taiwan without any energy, motivation or excitement left, with a lingering
cold that was getting worse again. Put that together with me hating packing
anyway, and you got yourself a disaster waiting to happen. Look no further for extraterrestrial
life, people who predict and pack actual daily OUTFITS are aliens. I can’t
remember which clothes I even own, let alone what I usually wear in any other
degree weather than the one I am in right now. Miha was already gone, trying
his best to support me via texts with a 7-hour time difference and me picking
any fights I could. :P He thankfully kept his zen and decided it was best to
just leave me alone and shower me with much love from a safe distance. :P
But there was no going back, and there I was, on a plane for
11 hours, actually realizing I am flying across the world. Being sick and
tired, the feeling of nervousness started creeping in, because even though it
was not my first time visiting the country, I was still on my way to touring
life, which means busier tempo, carrying loads of stuff and hanging out at
venues for hours. Not to mention the possibility of having a serious fight with
time difference and being jet-lagged like it’s your job. Granted, I somehow
gracefully avoided that part last year, but I’ve seen Miha struggling to sleep
every year, and even though he can somehow still function properly having slept
three hours, I possess no such skill and I would be a serious pain in the ass.
Will I manage? Can I do it?
Last year my flight was one of the most horrible experiences
ever, since I slept for about 9 minutes, so this year I decided to take a light
sleeping pill, I packed every sleeping mask and blanket I could find, and
secured a window seat with an early check-in. I downloaded some sleeping music
for relaxation and was feeling more ready than ever. Now, I don’t like to take
pills of any kind, but I will say that I recommend it for such long flights,
especially if you’re like me, and your mind sees 11 hours in the air as a good
time slot to go through every awkward and anxious scenario of your life. :P I was
able to sleep a few hours, which proved as the best thing, when I needed to
transfer planes in Hong Kong and I had to walk for 35 minutes to my other gate.
Because what better way to start the day (it was 06:25AM when I landed in HKG)
than some exercise, am I right?!
At 09:30AM my feet touched the Taiwanese ground and despite
everything else I was feeling before, despite being quite sick and having some
throat pain, when my babe’s arms took me in for the warmest hugs, I was feeling
ready AF to help him have the best tour ever.
Lets do this.
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