A pleasant news found me on the third Monday morning of October. A travel next year, isn’t that marvelous? This isn’t just going to be one of my usual fares, this is going to be big and special.
I’ve been smiling since and the silly little grin at the corner of my mouth won’t seem to go away. The sudden appearance of a spring in my skip became apparent to my friends that I just had to share the good news. Eventually I realized that my mom still doesn’t know, so I asked Paul not to go around announcing the good news.
I just have to pull my resources together, arrange travel documents and read stuffs about that special place. I might need a parka, is it still cold there by March? I think so. Lovely.