It's really starting to hit me that in just two weeks I'll be getting on that plane to head off...
I'm having those dreams, you know the ones...where you're somewhere either lost or missing something, something important and you can't find it/didn't pack it...nervy 'worst case scenario' dreams.
I've started writing lists to ensure that I won't forget to do or take anything and ultimately my only danger will probably be taking too much.
I veer between a blendation of butterflies in my stomach excitement, sheer blind terror and the occasional maudlin 'god I am going to miss(please insert name/place/object here)so very much.
Reading this back I sound like a whiny girl that doesn't want to go...then I remember that staying here in this country doing the 'same thing day in day out' scenario scares me a whole lot more than leaving.
But god I'm going to miss you so much...cue: tears, snot, running make up ...yadda yadda...
2 weeks to go....
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