So it's the night before i fly and it's beginning to sink in that i won't see my family until next year, that includes my dog who i'm going to miss snuggling every day.
It's just the next few days i want to get over with because 1) I hate goodbyes, i'm a big sook. 2) I hate flying and i'm just trying to push it back into my head about how scared i actually am. 3) I get to see family and friends once i've arrived, and also contact those back in England which i won''t be able to do when i'm in the air.
Everything so far has been quite laid back, even the struggle that was fitting everything into my suitcase. But we did it! Well, i say we, it was pretty much my Dad with me passing items to him. I had to sacrifice a couple of tops and my tanned wedges, which then for some reason set my Mum off and she stood in the kitchen crying because i'm having to leave some stuff behind. For this reason i am dreading tomorrow because she is going to be a mess.
Last week i found myself crying at Dance Moms whilst she was crying about me leaving, and i haven't yet cried about leaving because i know how amazing it will be. It's just the goodbyes at the airport and saying goodbye to the dog who has no idea what's going on... poor thing!
I'm either feeling all the emotions - happy, excited, sad, anxious etc... or i'm feeling nothing. My plan once i'm on the plane is to just get stuck into a TV series because they seem to make time fly by. (PUN! *fist pumps*)
On my first flight i'm going to try and not sleep and then on the second leg of the journey i will try and get a few hours sleep. But i'm landing at night time in Australia so i want to make sure that i am tired and will sleep.
Anyway, i'm now off to have pancakes and cuddle with the family.
See you when i'm in Australia! Au revoir!
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"Not all those who wander are lost" - J.R.R. Tolkien