"Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea."
#this is 99% fear and i would suggest skipping it
I’m leaving in only a few hours and am FREAKING OUT. Everything this year has been vaguely leading up to this - extensive amounts of paperwork, a lot of money, the occasional crying session at work - and I don’t feel ready at all. In the past few days I’ve had some amazing times, have gone through the motions of dusting off my suitcase and setting up a travel card, but I have also lost something like four kilograms and am getting emotional about each “last” thing I do like visit a friend at their work, or catch a bus home and smile as the driver sings along to the radio. I do this traveling thing almost twice a year, but somehow this one is different because it’s the first time I’ve been doing it truly alone. I guess all I can do is breathe deeply, and cross my fingers that I packed enough cardigans. Also know that my marvelous friends and amazing boy will be with me soon to see me off and that ultimately it will all be okay.
In exactly one week from now, almost to the minute, I’ll be boarding a plane to the United Kingdom which will be my home for a month. Kinda freaking out.