I've got a fever - travel fever

I have one watch on each hand - the one on the left hand shows the present time in Norway. The one on the right hand is many hours wrong - or so it seems, but the truth is much simpler; it shows Perth time. It's less than a day until I leave. I've been grumpy, yelling and not very fun to be with, just ask my mom. I just want to travel. I know I should go to sleep, the time moves so much faster then. I can't sleep, I just can't. My bag is packed, but still, I still got this nagging feeling of something forgotten. Passport - check. Tickets - check. What is it? What can it be? I try to calm my self by saying I probably can buy it in Australia. Seriously - what is it? I know I've forgotten my nail clipper, but that can't be it. I just have to wait and see.

It was so hard to pack. How warm is 28 degrees? Can I pack my woolen socks, it's so cold outside. Trousers, long underpants and big knitted sweaters. Everything tells me I wont need them, but still, I want to bring them. I am so afraid of freezing, but as my mother said; I will probably think 15 degrees is warm. I keep thinking, thins summer it was 45 degrees in Rome. That was nice. 28 degrees in Perth must be freezing. The nine below zero here in Norway is nothing, that's warm.

I keep talking. I should sleep. I want to travel right about now.