How many pairs of knickers?

So here it goes, I’m sat in Manchester Airport with an overpriced glass of Sauvignon, waiting to board my first flight and sat as far away from the rowdy hen do as possible. This is after my walk/run through duty-free with my head down and internal lecture that I won’t be getting paid for almost a year and I can’t afford to throw money at another pair of sunglasses or another lipstick 1 shade different to the one I have in my bag.

I almost, almost made it, not before buying a new swimsuit that caught my eye this is after I took 3 swimsuits out of my case before I set off, because ‘5 was excessive’. That being said, I was able to justify it to myself due to the fact I haven’t been to the gym in roughly a year due to one factor or another and ate my body weight in Chinese last night AND had a sneaky McDonald’s on the way to the airport, I’m not exactly ‘bikini body ready’ thus so, I need more swimsuits.

In this post I thought I’d share what’s been going through my head over the past two weeks since finishing work and my main worries about what’s to come (some justified and some ridiculous)

1. How many pairs of knickers? – this has been one of my main concerns for months now, but really, think about it, how many pairs of knickers are enough? What if I run out and I’m not near a laundrette? One pair a day and one pair a night that’s two a day, I’m stressing thinking about it again. But just in case anyone is wondering, I started with ten, then chucked a bra out and made it 17. I decided after two months this was the ideal amount.

2. My natural magnetism to chaos – for anyone who knows me well, or even not that well, will know that everyday seems to be another crazy experience.

⁃ breaking here to share my disgust at the couple snogging in front of me, I might even move back to the hen party –

2. Continued … an example of this being going to my local pub and then coming off a zip wire at 2am and needing 12 x-Rays and a week off work (btw other than some knarly scars I’m absolutely fine now). That being said, if that can happen visiting my local, god forbid a worldwide trip.

3. A more sincere one here – I genuinely didn’t realise how hard it would be saying bye to family, friends and colleagues. For the past two weeks, every time I’ve seen a loved one, I’ve had to say goodbye (besides the 20 jabs you need, probably the most painful part of going away)

There are a lot more than three that I will probably include in my next post, but my flight is boarding in ten minutes and considering how much I paid for it, I want to finish my glass of wine. Next time I post I will be in South America – eeeeek! Goodbye for now!

Trev x