Eastbound and Down

Sitting in Glasgow’s central station, sipping a pint of a local(ish) brewed lager, listening to an eclectic mix of songs, waiting for my holiday to begin on a muggy, spring-like Scottish winter evening. I’ve always wanted to visit Russia. I’ve dreamed of travelling the trans-siberian railway. I love the cold. I have the travel bug. I live for adventure. Yet somehow I’m not excited. I know I should be. I should have a smile on my face and a spring in my step, yet I’m feeling nothing but tired and stressed. Maybe it’s the hurdles I’ve had arranging this trip (my new winter jacket was delivered on the wrong day to an empty house and then re-delivered on the wrong day, visa application trouble, unexpected expenses, trouble getting the right time off from work), or maybe it’s because I’ve not had time to think about the trip between organising it, working, family issues and socialising or maybe it’s something else (though I can’t think what), however no matter what it is, I’m not excited. I thought that writing this post while nursing a beer might help, I guess not. Anyway, tonight West Central Scotland, tomorrow Moscow.