Itinerary.

We live, we work, we play. At least that is what it feels like some days. And there’s nothing wrong with that. The trick, we often hear, is to do something that you love. Well, I’m still figuring that part out.

One thing I know I love is travel. These days working and reworking the itinerary. It keeps me busy. There is something satisfying in typing details into a document. Dates, flight details, locations, connections. All these things have their place on the page. It feels like it is my job to figure where on the document it is.

This typing and organizing might be unnecessary, but I think not. The more that I look at dates, times and train timetables the more I absorb them. It feels in a way that I am coming to terms with what’s coming up. Hmm, I wonder if I could draft itineraries or research and make travel plans for a living. Well, if not for a living then I’ll just get better and better at making travel itineraries for myself and the family.

On this trip we’ll be the better part of a month in Hungary. We’ll see family and we’ll also camp out at one or two locations and get to know the city. Right now we’re considering Szeged and Budapest–and perhaps a few places in between. This month, and next, is wine season. Harvest time. Leaves, grapes, bottles. I can only imagine . . .

Back at home an empty suitcase stares at me every time I walk past. Its mouth agape as if it is waiting to say something. Maybe it is. Have got to start packing. One thing for certain is we still have ample time to prepare.

More details to follow. Goodness knows, however, that I just had to write something down here after arriving home from work. It’s late. Time to sleep . . . or is it time to write? You decide.

Here’s to late nights, good music on the radio and a day trip to Vancouver tomorrow to visit family. Goodness knows that I’ll have eyes for coffee in the morning. Espresso, please–

Now, press play: currently listening to Leathan Milne’s Now I Say Goodnight.

Good night.