waiting

Such a weird feeling. Waking up in the morning and getting breakfast in bed and a gift and you don't even fully realize it's your birthday. I woke up early by the sound of my parents and little sis singing me a happy birthday, had my breakfast, took a shower and was ready to go do my shopping for the party tonight at 10.30. Nice was that my work had called to wish me a happy birthday as well. They had given me the day off for just that reason and I had gotten my gift from them yesterday (nice showergel). Papa and I were back from doing shopping at 12 and the four of us sat down for a nice indonesian lunch. After that I got to clean house, also for the party tonight. But it all went pretty fast and I was completly done at 14.oo o'clock. Now I'm taking a moments rest and will be going to a birthday party soon. A friend of mine (from work) was also born on this day and invited me as well. So I'm going to meet up with Anouk in about an hour, then go to Zeist and have a couple of drinks. Then we have to take the bus back home and be back around 7 pm, have a quick bite to eat and start recieving the first guests around 20.00, let's hope they're not going to be here before that. Anouk will eat here because she'll have to be leaving earlier tonight. She's flying to Florida tomorrow. And that's the feeling I'm talking about. All these plans around my birthday and the only thing that's going through my mind is my trip to America. It's just 3 more weeks. I already said goodbye to my first people whom I won't be seeing anymore and that really makes it seem so close. I hardly even care about my intake at my school this tuesday.
What I do care about is that I only have next week and 3 days after that that I'll be working and then it will be time for me to say goodbye to my colleagues and 10 days later I'll be going. It's really coming together now. I end work on the 28th of febuari. On the first of march (the next day) I'll be going to Amsterdam with mama to buy presents for the family in America. Then I'll have time to visit friends and pack, do all my washing, clean up my room and so on. Then on the 8th of march I'll be giving a going away party and then the 9th I can sleep in and get my last things packed so I can fly away on the morning of the 10th. So close, so close. Yet always still so far away. And I don't even feel like a birthday girl...