Three days left..

of my sweet Essex life. Who would of thought I'd describe my life in Essex as sweet? Maybe I'm subconsciously thinking this whole year was sunshine and roses because what I'm about to do is much bigger than me and I am scared shitless.

It feels like I'm just about to go on holiday and be back within a couple of weeks. But wait. I've geniunely LEFT my job. I am JOBLESS. On PURPOSE because I am LEAVING the COUNTRY. Why is this not sinking in yet? I feel like crying but I'm not sure why.

All I know is I've had months to prepare for this journey and I still feel completely unorganised.