The Big Day

After a crazy week filled with gifts, cards and emotional goodbyes, I am now waking up at a stupid hour on the day of my departure. My flight isn't until 2215 so why am I awake at 0600? Tummy is filled with butterflies, I feel a bit sick, a bit nervous, a bit scared, a bit excited. I do feel like I have just woken up a little girl on Christmas morning waiting until a reasonable hour to go and rip open all my presents. Up until this point it hasn't seemed real. I've said goodbye to many close friends and family and shed a few tears, but I've remained in this bizarre state of surreality. I've counted down the days for a long time for this day and the last few days I've even had thoughts of changing my mind and not wanting to go. But the day is finally here and the next chapter in my life can begin. I have to be honest I have no expectations and no idea what it will bring for me, and so I am just taking each day as it comes. As I say my final goodbyes today and make my way to the airport in a few short hours, I know my life is going to change. It's an adventure and just being able to experience it with one of my best friends is just amazing. We are going into the unknown and although incredibly scary and nerve wracking it is also the most amazing feeling in the world. Jetting off to an unknown place with only a backpack and no expectations. What will our next destination bring us? Where will we end up? Who will we meet?