This time next week I'll be sitting at the airport, waiting to go to Nepal.
I'm remarkably calm about this.
Calm for me I mean.
I used to get unbearably jittery the closer I got to leaving on a trip but at the moment I'm feeling good.
Part of that will be because I'm a bit older and a bit more confident.
Part of it will be down to the fact that I've been preparing physically and wrapping my mind around this trip for a while now, and have finished the bulk of my equipment shopping.
The rest of it... I've no idea.
I keep prodding at myself, like someone with a tooth they think might be sore, trying different angles, waiting for the pain.
If I'm not worried maybe it's because I haven't thought of this or this or this?
I've had to stop myself from doing that because it is not a particularly helpful thing to do.
I've had plenty of people wanting to tell me the stories they've heard about things happening to people in Nepal specifically or at altitude in general.
A few months ago this would have sent me into a tizzy.
This is going to be a completely new experience, I don't know exactly how it will go and I like that.
We're going with a good company, I'm going with people who care about me and I'm going to be sensible.
I don't want to be worried.
I'm enjoying being excited! :-D