Pluggers to Power: Are you suffering from 'Manic Red Pants Depression'? ( 15 days untill I leave for Canada)

"Antonis, you'll be happy to know that I've finally organized my farewell drinks: next Sunday night, at Sixes and Sevens in the Valley. Happy?"

Antonis, my very much loved co-worker, breakfast buddy and impromptu singing partner – sorry, correction, sanging partner –, nodded with delight that I had finally booked farewell work drinks that suited our premium cocktail and tapas taste, on everyone’s Cheap Tuesday budget.

As the unofficial work social-events coordinator, I put my best year-10 Microsoft Word sign-making skills to good use, and designed a flyer invite, to put in the staff tearoom.

(If you're wondering, I used the fonts Britannic Bold and Cambria with a double-lined border . Nice, nice? Yeah, I thought so too - I've come a long way since Curlz MT and Comic Sans MS)

Antonis poses a question to me :

"So why are you doing this? Why are you moving to Canada? Are you going through some kind of manic depression? My Dad had it, I think, when he started wearing red pants. And I was like 'Dad, are you OK?' "

I'm very much OK. Do you see me wearing red pants? Would I ever consider buying red pants?

Sure, I wore a pair of red short-shorts during my European trip. By the end of those eight fantastic weeks, my buttons were popping and camel toes weren't stopping, all thanks to a few Nutella crepes, a couple dozen cups of gelato, and a glorious amount bread and olive oil.

Other than that, no manic red pants depression here.

This GIF has nothing to do with the story, it's just really funny to watch over and over and over and over....
Happy Byrce?

The truth is I'm doing it because it's my ultimate DREAM - Ok, ok, and stop right there!

I hate using that word, just as much as I dislike the word ‘BLOG’ and‘JOURNEY’.

So, instead of dream, let's use, hallucination.

Instead of blog, let’s say, diary of my absent seizure thoughts.

And instead of journey, call it, a voyage through middle earth.

Others may hallucinate of graduating uni and landing their ultimate job; getting married and raising a family; travelling every last inch of the earth; or clocking up over 500 likes on an Instagram picture of their Sunday morning cafe breakfast.

# sunday #morning # bigbreakfast #bacon #poachedeggs #hashbrown # tomatoe #mushrooms #halomie #sausages #pancakes #maplesyrup #raisintoast #livercleansingjuice # #hangoverfood #livingthehallucination #dietstartsmonday #pfffwhoamikidding?

This hallucination has been pestering me for years.

Last year I had an epiphany, while being thrown out of a helicopter over the Swiss Alps alongside a man named Woody. As I plummeted to the ground at a gazillion miles an hour, hoping for the best, I thought to myself "If I can do this, I can do anything!”

So I'm doing it. After many years of um-ing and ahh-ing in procrastination and questioning whether I'm brave enough to flip my comfortable world upside down, I'm doing it. I'm just going to have a crack at it, challenge myself and see what happens! (Give yourself an awkward high-five Amanda!)

Same goes for the diary of my absent seizures thoughts. I'm writing about my voyage through middle earth because I get happy feet from it and it’s what I love to do.

Sure, I've made a couple ~~a shitload~~ of silly spelling and grammar mistakes, but it's OK.

I'm just going to keep up with my absent seizures and improve my writing every day.

For me, this voyage through middle earth is a must; mandatory, you could say. I don't know why and I can’t remember for how long; but this idea, this fantasy, this hallucination of living in Canada will not leave me alone until I achieve it. Then when I do, I can be at peace and focus on other hallucinations, like gaining the most likes on Instagram of a latte, with a fancy coffee art design of the Grumpy Cat.