Waiting before a vacation

The days leading up to a vacation are a delicious kind of anticipation - like the scent of rain before a storm, or the rustle of gift wrap before the reveal. It's a time when even mundane routines shimmer with promise. The alarm clock rings not with dread but with the giddy reminder: 'Soon, you'll be elsewhere.'

Planning becomes a ritual of joy. Even travel confirmations, hotel bookings, frantic last-minute shopping feel like part of the magic.

The mind begins to wander. You start daydreaming at work in Technicolour. You imagine the first sip of coffee on a balcony overlooking unfamiliar streets, the bliss of doing absolutely nothing in a place where nobody expects you to do anything.


Waiting for a vacation is a rare kind of happiness - hopeful, imaginative and indulgent. It's the joy of possibility, the thrill of escape, and the quiet rebellion against routine. In that liminal space between now and departure, life feels lighter, brighter and full of promise. And, sometimes, the waiting is just as sweet as the journey itself. Sometimes, even more.