What the hell am I thinking anyway?
It’s 1am in the morning and I’m sitting paralysed in front of my laptop, my finger hovering over the left click of the mouse - it’s been that way for the last 5 minutes. The computer screen hurts my tired eyes, but I’m staring anyway.
The Buena Vista Social Club hums melodies through my headphones straight into my city-jammed soul, beckoning me to free myself, to embrace whatever it is they’re saying in Spanish, and to click that button I’ve almost clicked 3 times.
Feels like my heart is beating in my head.
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub..
A momentary rush of adrenaline fires from my synapses to the tip of my right pointer finger.
“Congratulations and thank you for flying QantasBooking number 8FH7BZDeparture date: 10-06-2014One-way to Anchorage, Alaska”
The paralysis worsens for a second, heart might’ve stopped. But only for a moment. Smile starts.
I throw my arms in the air, kick out the chair and break out into an awkward jumping dance of fist-pumps and muted hoots around my room. Trying so hard to be quiet and not wake my housemates, but I’m fully freaking out. The curtains to my balcony are open and the taxi on the street can see my weird dance. I run over half-naked and wave to the indifferent, blinking skyscrapers down the end of Lygon st. They don’t care.
Who bloody cares!
It’s happening, and I’m going..
…and it feels so good.