“Are you excited, Ant?” is a question I’m repeatedly asked, as I quash the three-weeks-to-go anniversary. The simple, and honest answer is “no”. All through my life I have never been excited prior to holidays, or even extended peregrinations. (Take a moment to absorb the word “peregrination” as if you’re like me, you’ll find it somewhat alluring).
I’m unsure what it is within my make-up that makes me this way, but I do find it a little obscure in comparison with the more mainstream symptoms of sleepless nights and endless day dreams. I once booked a spontaneous flight to New York, and flew the next day while my heart remained the same constant rhythm. I embarked on a solo tour of Europe for a few months, and my gaze remained suspiciously nonchalant. I spent a weekend in Edinburgh, but the thought of it raised not-a-murmur of anticipation. Continue reading ‘An unforgettable climax?’
