I imagined the last few days before travelling would be rather glamorous. I’d be wined & dined by my nearest & dearest. I’d be taken out to my favourite bars and restaurants and I’d have to dig out my favourite dress and the GHD straighteners in order to look acceptable in all the #goodbye #safetrip selfies that would be plastered all over my Facebook wall.
Instead I’ve been in my pajamas for 3 days straight and I think I’ve just over-dosed on Lemsip.
I wasn’t going to post anything until I had reached New Zealand. Why would you want to hear about boring old England anyway? Truth is, I couldn’t resist sharing the beautiful image of my matted hair, puffy eyes and soggy Kleenex.
Actual truth is I’m really bored.
My mind is going a million miles an hour, thinking over what will happen these next few months. A lot of it is what might go wrong — encouraged by my Mum. We call her ‘The Worrier.’ Not only does she lose sleep over the thought of me travelling to the other side of the world (alone). The thought of me spending 40 hours on a plane, infecting other people and ruining their holiday too is also keeping her up at night.
Hoping to avoid sleepless worry for my nearest & dearest was one of the reasons I started this blog. And of course, to document the time of my life.
‘You’ll have the time of your life.’
Everyone has told me that. I’m holding them to it.
Negativity and used tissues aside, I’m ever so excited. I feel very lucky to be travelling the world and can’t wait to share my experiences on here!
Watch this space…