You know how, at the end of a big race, there is always that last crazy burst at the end? People who have been running for days at a slow plod suddenly find that last burst of energy to sprint to the finish.....
I am totally like that, exept for the energy bit, and the sprinting bit and the running bit. I do however see the finish line and that is a good feeling. I am not sure whether the end of the list will be reached but I do know that nobody but me will know so it doesn't really matter.
I am looking forward to catching up with friends at market - total understatement! I have made THE BEST friends doing this crazy fabric gig and I love that I get to go and visit different parts of Amercia ( except Houston, sorry Houston you smelt like poo). Mr Ric Rac is coming along this time to make sure I don't get carried away with the designer gig and disappear up my own arse.
There will be long days and sore feet and I will inevitably look like I have been dragged through a hedge backwards about halfway through the first morning. There will be new exotic foods to try (peanut butter with everything) and there will be dinners and events and meetings and Very Important People.
There will not be screaming babies on planes or hymn singing nervous flyer women. There will not be explosive tummy bugs and nor will there be pooey smells or steamy weather or hurricanes.
I have exhumed all the technologies that connect cameras to ipads to dropboxes to birth records or whatever and will do my best to blog a bit while I am there.
Tell me something you know about Utah. I know that it is illegal to fish from horseback and also illegal to have sex in the back of an ambulance on the way to an emergency....but I decided to go ahead with my travel plans anyway.