Ok, so this is the beginning of my great adventure. I fly at 6.45am tomorrow - which means 4am wake-up. All i have to say is ergh. I have spent the last few weeks in various phases of denial, sadness, excitement, apprehension and/or terror and now that my departure date is practically here - my overriding feeling is that everything was too abrupt. 4 days ago i was in Durham, carrying on as normal - even working the bar (a 14hr shift has never felt so long) and since then everything has passed in a flash. I barely remember packing - probably because my small army of helpers took care of most of that and my nan, mum, herm and annabel probably all deserve a mention for that. I love you all. The goodbyes were an
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