making new mistakes every day

It’s 1.20 am on d-day.

I’ve been up since 7.30 this morning packing. First, my life into my garage, Second my immensely heavy rucksack.

I’m very tired. I should go to bed and panic about what I’ve forgotten tomorrow. (Wonder what I have forgotten?)

Anywhooo it’s too late now… did just want to say a couple of Oscar-esque thank-yous… (excuse gushyness, it’s late and i’m emotional)

- thanks to home for letting me go and sending me off with some lovely stuff (all of it is packed btw, although I don’t know if the stitching on the bag will hold up to the trip!)

- to all of you who sent me texts of good luck this afternoon (my phone is now off and will be back on just before new year)

- and my mum for making my favourite tea and being a complete rock. Dad, look after her!

There we go, next time it’ll be from Ecuador…  

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