The ticket is booked, the date confirmed.
Yet when seeking excitement from others, their responses all fall short.
'That's ages away still Danny'
'Thats really far too soon wench!'
I laugh and take it for what it is, the lingering thought in my mind as to why I am looking to them for enthusiasm still tinkering.
The trip to work with the regular crazies on the train - almost pleasurable as I know that it's coming to an end.
The kids screaming down the stairwell and barging into each other without so much as an apology - humorous as I think in disbelief how I've made it this long.
All these things make the leave excitement bubble underneath my skin, literally creating jitters.
Yet the random band at the local pub, the two bottles of wine and endless laughter with 'the wench' places doubt.
The cheering and 'hollering' from my regular year 10 business class when I walk in the door - their 'secret searching' to find me another visa flattering and humbling as a teacher.
The meandering down Regent Street or lying in the park - the endless selection of bars and restaurants, the theatre that keeps me feeling alive... how to say goodbye to the life I have created.
The excitement of leaving: a tempestuous few months remaining - will eventually come...
along with the ache to stay.
