Okay, so I'm not actually in Oz yet so I guess I'm cheating with the title. I thought I'd write at least one post while I'm still here in sunny England, I thought it'd be interesting to look back and see how much I really was shitting myself. Truth is though, the whole 'shitting it' emotion hasn't really kicked in yet. I feel every other emotion but, actually. Sad to be saying goodbye to my nearest and dearest, not so sad to be saying goodbye to the much too reoccurring arsehole customers at work. Excited mostly, to finally be doing something I've been thinking about for so many years. To be truthful, when I have thought about going travelling in the past, I've always imagined going with someone else but am so glad I'm going alone. I'm hoping I'll learn a few things about myself and if anything, it just means I'll have to get a bit better at reading a map!
Four days until I leave, and I've got clothes piled up around my room, an empty backpack, and half of the money I'm taking, I'll be getting on payday... the day before I leave. Maybe my trip will help me discover some organisational skills I have buried somewhere?
