From the moment I went to bed last night I’ve been waking every hour. Excitement, nerves, paranoia I’d sleep through my alarm. Today is the day. The day I meet so many fab amazing bloggers. People I respect, look up to, regard as the greats. Today is the day I learn more, figure out what I do next. Today is the day I attend my first blogging conference.
My alarm went off at 4.45. A rediculous time. A time I cursed when I worked and had to go to London Town for a meeting. Not today, I work 3 minutes before my alarm. I was wide awake and raring to go.
Round the corner from my house I drove past a well to do man, donning a tux. His stagger was quick and purposeful. Obviously keen to get home before his kids woke. It did make me chuckle. This is suburbia.
The coffee shop wasn’t open, the train a dreary two carriage thing without a coffee cart. But my excitement carried me through. My second train is decent, a proper GWR with a cafe. My latte did the job, I’m awake and feeling properly human.
But now, we’ve just passed Reading and my nerves have come back, so I’m writing this. I doubt I’ll ever feel these exact feelings again, I want to remember them.
In an hour I’ll be meeting my blogging besties, friends I’ve spoken to for nearly a year and never met. Friends I feel I know. I can’t wait!
Typing has helped my nerves so… I’ll leave it there for now…
Next post coming soon!!!