Jet setting is a tough job. It may seem like a luxurious lifestyle full of adventures, strange people/ places and new experiences, IT IS, BUT it's also about traveling over time zones, sleeping at odd times, conking out at airports and not really making sense at times when you talk or write to people cause your freakin head is all over the place. Eventually you forget where you are, what day it is and what time it is. You start talking the wrong language to people,
"permiso, ooppsss... I mean excuse me."
"thank you, ughhh, no sorry, lo siento, ¡gracias!"
ok, I'm bitching right now, I know, but it's only because I'm freakin tired and I have to wake up in a few hours to travel back in time to Ireland, then travel ahead in time back to Spain and do it all over again soon to Morocco. They are all great experiences, and I know I shouldn't bitch cause I'm blessed, but come on, my eye lids are slippin, lol.
Now I have to pack for a different climate and make sure my luggage is below a certain amount of kilos, how many pounds is a kilo anyway? Why cant the world use the same measurements!??! arggg...
OK, I'm going to pack now. Peace, and stay rested folks.
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