12 hours till B-Town

Not long now until I touch down in the Vaterland. I feel much more excited than I did in the run-up to Paris, and I do feel less stressed (even if I have been stupidly disorganised), but I know what to expect from a move like this now - like, the days of crushing homesickness, the surrealism of everything, stuff like that. I bet you I'll also get lost tomorrow trying to find my flat and I don't even care, because that's just my life and so be it. By the way, my flat does exist (I'm 90% sure now) as one of them will be there to let me in tomorrow which is lovely but also terrifying- what if they are actually murderers? I'm sure they're not, but if I haven't updated this blog by the end of the week, send a search party.

Sums it up really. Also looks like I don't have a tongue.

So I am off to bed in Essex for the last time for six months. See ya later babes.

x

Here I come, ready or not!

So I think I'm pretty much packed and ready to leave in the early hours of tomorrow morning! It's been a nightmare trying to pack. I've had to kneel in the suitcase and everything. I think I've got most of what I need, but if not I guess I'll pay a visit to the local Carrefour. Ooh la la.

Excited? Nervous? Constipated? Who knows.

I'm off into town to print some photos to pin on my wall and to have lunch with some friends. Hopefully today will be (relatively) stress free! Not many hours left in Angleterre.