Is there such a thing as a holiday, once you don't work? Where's that sense of excitement that used to produce butterflies in my tummy the night before the departure? The waking up every hour for fear that one would oversleep?
It's sad really, that that feeling of something special has evaporated, together with anticipation of birthdays and all the other big events. They have all become small events, not so different from every other day.
Oh well, perhaps its time to pack up and leave for France. Time to refresh jaded thoughts, embrace the new, do something different. Come back refreshed, possibly rejuvenated and maybe looking forward to something special!
