I’m at the airport, I’ve checked in and have quite a few hours to kill but after a week of unpacking, packing and repacking as a result of moving everything back to my parents in the same week it feels pretty good just to be sat still for a while and know I don’t have to continue to stare at my suitcase thinking “how the hell is it ever all going to fit”.

It did at least (fit that is) and it’s only 15kg which considering as that’s kind of about the weight of my handbag on a daily basis normally, I’m pretty proud of that.

I am exhausted though.  There’s so much more to sort when going travelling later in life than just out of uni and for a life organisaion phobe like me even just the thought of some of it is exhausting.

I feel a lot more emotional about leaving than I’d expected as well and have really had to struggle not to have a little cry in the airport, which for those of you that know me well is quite surprising. I kind of thought I’d just treat it like any other holiday but it seems my brain has registered how long it’s actually for and therefore how many of the people I love so much that I won’t get to see for so long.

Or it could just be the exhaustion. That tends to make me emotional!

As I am so exhausted though I do now feel the need to spend the rest of my waiting time before my flight just staring into space.

Thank you to everyone who has been there to send me off over the various weeks. It’s been the best way to leave getting to see all of you and have fun with you before going xxxx