Or are they?
I am an absolute enigma when it comes to travelling. I start planning and prepping early, sometimes weeks ahead. I love making lists and crossing them off, but the day before I get possessed by a travel abhorring spirit who will chain me to my bed and force me into a crying spell.
It turns into the director of the Final Destination series and force shows me all the possible scenarios in which I end up very dead, or severely injured. This spirit also has a stress eating disorder and it obviously passes it onto me and also a very late 90s taste in music.
So, not by my own volition, I can be seen eating the most ludicrous form of trans fat laced food ( Yes McDonalds, you) while listening to the Backstreet Men while my bags look like it was hit by a tornado.
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That wasn’t the cat though, it was the demon that tried to sabotage my impeccable packing skills.
Thankfully, by then my husband has had enough of the said demon and he steps up to the exorcising duties.
This demon can be exorcised only by two ways- a cinnamon spiced coffee and/or any episode from The Office. That’s all it takes for the demon to leave like he tasted some Holy water.
So, that’s the way it is here, have any of you ever experienced this?
PS: For the next week or so, this blog will only house scenic photos and may sometimes be accompanied by an emotionally moving quote or two. Please be patient and hit like, or comment, or perhaps even share.
Happy Holidays!!!
Fingers in symphony 