the beginning

I’m pretty excited about my 37 days left in the country. That’s just over 5 weeks until I move abroad. By myself. Shouldn’t I be at least a little scared? If so, why am I so nonchalant?? I suppose the realisation of it hasn’t hit me, after all I am yet to get my visa. My invitation letter is due to arrive in the next fortnight. Perhaps then it will begin to sink in. I have so many things that I have to organise still. I made a start! As in, I created an accessible e-mail address and this blog so everyone can keep track of how I’m doing and I’ve written the odd list but it’s quite limited progress. My mother keeps gently reminding me that I need to see a doctor about some vaccinations. It would be an awful shame if I were to come down with malaria or something similar after all! I have one less thing on my mind though – money. I have to admit, despite protesting that the liberty of doing nothing was nothing but bliss, I was actually rather bored and a little concerned about how I would be able to sustain myself for the first month with such limited funds. Thankfully, an income means this is no longer a problem! One less worry, now I can concentrate on making a start on my Christmas shopping.