After persuasion to write a travel blog 9 months into my travels, I'm writing this whilst referring to my own electronic diary of events - Twitter. This should be a relatively short post covering the travel over, I'm easing you in to the masses of nonsense I'll be writing later on. So yes, my journey began in a Weatherspoons in Edinburgh airport. My mum and my four best friends were tearful as they said their goodbyes to me. It was an emotional affair... For them. Me being me, I cried privately when I wrote them individual cards earlier in the week so was able to keep my RBF (resting bitch face) and hand over my emotions in a sealed envelope. To soften the blow I put little gifts in the cards: my old Subway card, Boots
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