I’m sitting here writing this when I should be tackling the million things on my ‘to do before I go’ list. I’m also supposed to be packing up my apartment ready for Adam and Elisa to move in next week.
The whole trip seems a bit surreal at the moment. I have one more working day left then the next day I have to move out of my place. So glad to be leaving it in the excellent care of good friends, but it still feels like a weird experience gradually letting go of all my usual routines. I’m very excited though!