A weird thing happened to me today. I’ve spent the weekend in Southampton visiting a friend, and for geographical and logistical reasons, the best place to be dropped off on my way back home was Heathrow Airport, so I could pick up the Piccadilly line into town.
So there I was, walking through Terminal 2 to get to the Underground, surrounded by people coming in and out of the country. People with large bags, maps, guide books, and that part-excited, part-bemused look that everyone gets when visiting a foreign land for the first time.
I can’t wait to be that person. I want to drop everything and start now. Sadly, there are a couple of life admin things I have to get done first, so I can’t set off just yet.
That doesn’t stop me getting even more excited by the day though.