As much as I don't want to admit it, my guts are crook! I have such a cocktail of feelings towards this trip; nervous, apprehensive, terrified, tired, but most of all... EXCITED!
I didn't sleep as much as I would have liked to last night, but I suppose that does not matter when you are flying a 13.5 hour flight.
Usually I am busting to have breakfast upon waking up, however this morning I have absolutely no appetite for my usual bowl of healthy goodness. I might settle for an airport sausage roll.
The support I have received from everybody is beyond what I expected. I can not express to everybody how grateful I am to have them in my life, but I promise I will make every effort to stay in contact with everybody who contacts me! My mother is adorable, she continues to pace up and down the house as if she is waiting for something, I think she is ticking off things in her mental travel checklist.
I suppose I am writing this because I do not want to sleep, nor do I want to pack, but I have a few hours to kill. It is going to be very upsetting to say goodbye to EVERYONE (I don't think it has hit me yet, but what I have come to realise is that I am surrounded and supported by so many amazing people).
Anyways, I'm going to go do my 3rd poo since waking up 2 hours ago. Wish me luck!
