1 DAY TO GO

Well, here we are. No more guesswork, no more counting. Tomorrow we will be on a plane bound for America. Fourteen hours of cramped seats and pushing past cranky tired people to get to the damned bathroom and endlessly looking out the window and turbulence when you’re trying to pee and probable deep vein thrombosis. Fourteen hours, and then it all begins.

In a few days we will be in Mexico, at the tail-end of summer. And in about four weeks, we’ll be working on a farm, deep in Chihuahua state, a colossal ranch of canyons and rivers and herds of wild buffalo.

Our bags are packed. This is everything we’ve been waiting for.

For a few months now, I had it in my head that on the day that we were due to leave, I would post up a message on the website saying “EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS WILL HAPPEN TODAY”. The phrase had just wandered into my head one night, and it became my mantra. It was scribbled all over calendars on the date we were due to leave. It chanted endlessly through my mind. I was utterly convinced of its genius. It was only a couple of days ago when, on a whim, I typed the phrase into a Google search that I realized it was, in fact, the name of an album by Brian Eno and David Byrne from a couple of years back. I’d even downloaded it onto my hard drive at one point, though I don’t recall ever listening to it.

So I need a new phrase to end on, and, since I’m already infringing on the intellectual copyrights of mid-70′s musical luminaries, I may as well go for the big one – the four little words that we’ve all been repeating, half-consciously, over and over and over in the period between wake and sleep for such a very long time.

Hey, ho, let’s go.