I am living with a permanent sense of I must be doing something else at the moment. Every time I wake up I just think packing boxes; flat here - there. People keep telling me this is exciting - and yes it is - but I can't really sit back and basque in the excitement until the formalities are all sorted...
That said I am looking forward to having a place somewhere in the sun with more than one bedroom and room for a pool! Perth is a mighty long way a way - but sometimes people in the same room as you can seem far away.
I keep having emotional break downs at random moments. I mean on the rail replacement bus en route to football in Gillingham, just welled up and had to make myself not cry. The autumnal leaves and the fear I'd be late. And meeting my dad. The routine - the closeness with my folks.
I keep having really vivid dreams about people - some of whom I have not spoken to for months - it all mounts up to trying to tie up loose ends. And then there are all the people I want to see at least once before I go.
On the other hand my brother and I chatting much more than we have done for a long time and his enthusiasm for my imminent arrival is great.
This is a fantastic opportunity and it is exciting and I can't wait - but I have to ride this emotional roller coaster whilst staying focused enough to get the mechanical things sorted...and all the while try not to think too much about all the things I will miss....
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