Ok. Not long to go now.
I'm currently at the 'Oh
fuck. What the FUCK am I doing?' stage. With just 36 hours to go until
I leave Australia on a journey that I have been planning for 2 years
now I'm starting to get cold feet.
Is this what I really want? I know deep down it really is, but
something in the back of my head is worrying me. A voice telling me
that I'm going to regret this. Then there's another voice telling me
that I'm completely mental for even thinking that and it becomes a
round argument and it's doing my head in. FUCK!
Preparations
are going well. Visas are all in order, bags are packed, tickets and
important travel documents have been obtained and insurance has been
taken out. The going away party has been had and Bec gave me my
pleasure pack (Good going, sunshine!).
I guess I'm ready to go.
