Here goes...

So. It's 5.30am. I leave in less than 12 hours. I have had four hours sleep. I am emailing, blogging and uploading tunes because I just lay in bed thinking of everything I had to do (I'm not currently doing them, please note. Just not lying insomniacally thinking of them).

So, this is big. I have cried alot in the last days- I think I'm making up for the calmness with which I have been facing this trip so far. Everyone keeps giving me sensible reassuring advice, and they're all right. But I'm also right in knowing this is one of the hardest and scariest things I have ever had to do. I miss Nick, and he's only a few metres away. My family are a little further, but not as far as they will be in a few hours. Damnit, I have been telling everyone off for missing me preamturely, now look at me! Pathetic :)

I'll be ok. So will everyone else. I know this, but it doesn't stop me from aching inside. I am not afraid of a new experience, or that anything bad will happen, I'm just sad at leaving everyone. Love you all :)