Just to make sure you understand, this is where we are right now, at this very moment.
For at least another 30 minutes.
32 °C
We are going there 'on holiday', and we are leaving in thirty minutes.
17°C
Oh, wait - I have that now actually. I'm not on holiday though. Something is wrong.
I am confused.
As we fly tonight ,today was 'packing' day. I never pack up front, I try to make lists to remember what to pack. But I don't succed as I keep losing the lists. Or I will start different lists in different booklets (I have about 7 wandering around my house). In the end I give up and pack at the very last day, trying to remember what I need to bring.
It is that very last day that I spend in a kind of schizofrenic packing panic. Not completely here anymore, but also not there yet.
It's a transition stage between today 'at home here' and tomorrow 'at home there'.
Looking at that weather forecast words like vest, socks and raincoat pop into my mind.
I keep a sunny brain though and I pack t-shirts, shorts, skirts and strapless dresses.
Then my brother texts me: "bring something warmr!"
I take out a warm jumper and I happily toss it in my luggage. I still feel sunny.
Then my mother calls: "the wind is very chilly, bring something warm"
I am starting to get worried now and return to my luggage, open it up again and review everything.
I number down the t-shirts and shorts, I put some extra socks and jumpers in it.
My sunny brain is getting a bit foggy as I open up cupboards I have not been in for several months.
Where are those long trousers? Where are those long sleeves?
Somewhere down the years I decided for myself to travel light.
And it seemed a good idea to leave my warm clothes in Belgium, as I knew I would not wear them here.
The problem is I forget what I have left behind. I only notice I don't have anything 'warm' here, I have nothing to pack.