Leaving cosy Melbourne; watching passengers anxiously gaze into monitors. Listening to the murmurs gather as wives notice things aren't going as planned. At first I wasn't bothered by the delay, but I find myself peering over the isles of lounges over to the double doors beneath Gate 4. Flight staff guard the doors with pursed lips, as if they are personally responsible for the delays. Once in a while a stray passenger approaches the gate to suggest their import...

Watching the clock, not long now. It's set in now. It happened when I instructed the bank teller to equip me with a few Euro. Looking at the notes reminded me of my last trip to Europe. Before I know it I'm going to be handing over my paper tickets at Tullamarine, nervously waiting for the yay or nay regarding getting into QF29 tonight. Am I looking forward to it? Not quite. I am looking forward to getting to Spain, but it doesn't take much to remind me tha...

10hours, 50minutes before my flight departs. If they let me on. 5hours to look at this keyboard before it will be 2weeks without one. A trip away is good because it is not work, but it all seems a little sudden. Even if this trip was the most planned and forethought. I've crossed out most of my to's and do's left on my list at work, before the others have to pick up for me while I'm away. My desk is clean. Empty. Anxious.