I hung up the phone.
The glitter of sunset smothered my whole body
as I’d made a decision to go on a trip to Tasmania.
It’s my first time to splash money on a tour and I was kind of excited.
Before, I’ve already heard lots of TAS but I never made up my mind to go there.
How to say…?
Sometimes, it would be more beautiful if one cannot ever reach it.
For this reason, I’ve been missing a lot of things
and I could never choose directly what I like most.
What if it’s not as good as I think?
I’m afraid of it all the time and remain hesitating about what I really dream of.
It’s hard to battle with yourself and the outcome always causes destruction to both sides
-- you and yourself definitely.
It’s Gina’s invitation that pushed me to begin a practical plan of this trip,
but she turned out to be absent because of her new schedule.
Plans never catch up changes, isn’t it?
However, I was still expecting for it eagerly.
‘What would happen anyway?’ I wondered.
It was a moment that I’ve got used to my job.
Muscle or strength has been strong enough to please the customers.
A 10-day long break would have some negative impact on my performance, I knew.
But it would worth it, I thought.
In fact, now I’m a bit hazy about what to write.
To say it frankly, I was kind of vague during this trip.
The scenery came into my eyes, slipped through my mind.
Perhaps I know the reason but I’m not sure if I should write down it.
It’s hard to describe by words. And I feel confused.
I don’t realize the meaning of this trip for me until I finish the article.
- Jun 17 Wed 2009 21:45